Over on the left page it shows me hanging on to a green tote and crying and the top of the tote reads. Pam-Size-too little. The the page shows nutty bars, mcDonalds, little Ceasars. The journaling reads: Oh why, Oh why did I eat all those nutty bars? Because they were called "Little" Debbies.. Why oh why did I have that one last slice of pizza? Because they said they were from "Little Caesar" Or that one extra large fry??? If I hadn't done any of the above, I wouldn't be hauling those wonderful oh so beautiful clothes to a baroness place in that cold desolate storage room all alone. Instead of placing first rank in the closet, they are doomed to live in a green plastic chest. But I guess as soon as I weep a few tears, and haul these clothes away, I'll set down, relax, have a Little Debbie's nutty bar while I am waiting for the Little Caesars to ring the doorbell with my "Large" pizza and prowse the catalogs for some more nice clothes and maybe one or two green chests.