Waist Not Tomorrow My Friends
I've never roasted a turkey
and I don't plan to start anytime soon.
Even if that means I must endure in-laws.
Mmmmmmmmmm. Turkey.
Can you believe my mum-in-law
wants me to fast before coming down?
So she can prick me with her
new diabetes machinery.
She pricks everyone. Pun intended.
The woman is nuts--and it isn't cashews.
My own grandmother died of diabetes--
with a fried chicken wing in one hand.
Not true.
I'm just angry that she did not control
her diet more.
She died 4 times that night.
And was painfully revived each time--
cracking several ribs.
why was she heroically revived?
I'm not sure--I was sixteen
and had just started a new job at Dairy Queen.
Where they treat you right.
Unless you have diabetes.
If you have diabetes, or a serious weight problem,
please, relax, take it easy tomorrow.
posted by SquirrleyMojo @ 10:37 AM
8 Comments:
Yikes, four times in one night. We don't have Thanksgiving around here. I'm not sure whether to be grateful or not. If we had a holiday like this I think it would be called Selfpitying.
Is Selfpitying a bad thing?
I mean, who else will pity us the way we deserve to be pitied?
People are simply too busy for that sort of thing.
Yeah, I've heard that argument before. Selfpitying may have its place in a process of development but it can become a major handicap that stops people growing up and taking responsibility for themselves.
Expalin: "that stops people growing [from] up and taking responsibility for themselves"?
So conflicted! Want to laugh at hilarity, but am saddened by Grandma's repeated less-than-perfection-resurrection.
It's like I'm watching the last episode of MASH all over again.
Ummm, Happy Thanksgiving..
Yikes for Grandma! Have a Happy Thanksgiving Squirrles...and just shine 'her'...eat and be ever so merry!
Happy Thanksgiving, I think.
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