Going to Waist

“What are you doing?!”
I was caught in the act.
I was enjoying myself…with a bowl of ice cream. I know that I am supposed to be on a diet, but there is something about ice cream that wants to be eaten. We rarely have any – we had a party recently – and I could not resist.
I gave a lame excuse: “It would be a pity if it went to waste.”
She eyed my expanding mid-section suspiciously: “Yes, it would be a pity.”
That hurt.