So, I’ve been making my list and checking it twice. I haven’t been even remotely naughty here at the Fat Farm; therefore I’m expecting a huge haul from Santa Claws. Close to the top of my list are: 1) A tummy tuck, all this weight loss has left me with an unattractive undercarriage that no amount of sit-ups can address. 2) A make over, I’ve always yearned to be a calico. 3) Laxatone, the gift that keeps on giving and 4) The usual stocking stuffers, mice, spiders, prednisone and other yummy treats. Right now though, I’m busy checking off another list - the number of hours before I’m finally sprung from this house of horrors (approximately 8 days 7 hours and 43 seconds).