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This just in from the red planet: No news

Hola from the Stanhope Resort in PEI. Vacation is going swimmingly -- literally. Went swimming in the ocean today. Was having a good time in the cold water until I swept past a jellyfish with my flailing arms and got stung. That kind of killed my nautical buzz, so we relaxed on the beach in the sunshine. More on that, of course, in the post-vacation update. Lots of pictures, too. But, for now, the important news.

There is no news. Still no word from the "What Not To Weigh" people (kudos to Little Sister for the name), despite the expectation of a yea or nay call Monday about being cut or not cut. The BlackBerry hasn't buzzed. My colleague who is also trying out for the show has also not received word. I'll get notice out as soon as I find out either way. If they give me the go-ahead, the anticipation of professional dietary intervention will be timely, as we've been eating entirely too many french fries on this trip. If they give me the boot, that means I can resume the healthy eating and add generous portions of exercise when we get back to Hallyfax.

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  1. The masses must know: did you try the pee-on-the-jellyfish-sting thing??

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  2. No, I tried the "squeal like a girl" thing, followed by whining. The stinging went away without need for peeing.

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  3. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-y3gLHP6mxA

    thought of you, Scott!

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