My old bathroom scale bit the dust. I climbed on board it one day last week. It choked and sputtered and refused to show me any numbers at all. That wasn't so bad. I spent a few days reveling in the fact that I was weightless, light as air.
I eventually had to face reality. I went shopping for a new scale. Isn't it sleek? I love it. It sets a fine example with its slim and trim appearance. I don't have a place for it in the bathroom so I keep it on a hard flat surface (a ceramic tile) which I slide under the chest of drawers in the bedroom when I'm not using it.
I must say that being weightless was lovely, but all good things must come to an end. You know, like chocolates that go to our behinds.