So my sister and I are talking on the phone the other day, and we're commiserating about our mutual struggle with compulsive overeating, especially when under stress. DS says she went to an Overeater's Anonymous meeting last week, and it was good for her.

"I think I'm starting to understand the "giving it up to a Higher Power" part, now," she says. "I didn't when I tried a meeting a few years ago."

"Oh, really," I say, "When did you go to an OA meeting?"

"Oh, about 5 years ago. But it wasn't right for me. The woman next to me had bare feet, and she picked at them during the entire meeting. Then we had to get up and hold hands and say the Serenity Prayer. It was really hard to take in the message while holding this woman's hand."

Amen, sis, amen.

This show has got me hooked like a fish on a line. How could you not love a story line about a character whose modeling career as a Page 3 girl has been ruined due to the burning of her br*asts during a tragic dining accident on the eve of her wedding? Especially when the character has a name like (I kid you not) Chardonnay? I mean, come on!

Happy Monday, everyone.

Saw the funniest thing as I was driving about last Saturday -- signs for a yard sale that morning. Not plain 'ol "Yard Sale" and an arrow, but a series of cleverly written come-ons that, I'm sure, packed 'em in.

First Sign: SHORT BUT INTENSE! Yard Sale

Second Sign, 1/4 mile away: FIVE CRAZY HOURS!

Third Sign: Kitchenware, Toys, Clothes, OBJECTS OF MYSTERY!

Fourth Sign: EPISODE IV, PURGE OF THE HOUSEHOLD!

Fifth Sign: EARLY CHRISTMAS SHOPPING (for those you really don't care much about)

And no, I didn't go. I didn't want to spoil the build-up from those nutty signs.

Happy Wednesday, everyone.