NOT a Beast!
How our conversations convulute! I was chopping boiled eggs to mix into our chicken salad while Darcy had our goliath of a dog, Gloria, sitting at my feet. Rayna wandered in and announced, "Gloria is FAT!"
Darcy immediately objected, "She is NOT! She's just big!"
I looked down at the dog and reflected that I, myself, have been thinking she has put on more than just a few pounds this winter. I had to side with Rayna, "She IS FAT!"
Darcy, wanting to swing me over to her side, I suppose, declared, "She ISN'T fat, and neither are YOU, Mom!"
Prefering truth over fiction, I replied, "Yes I am!"
Rayna said, "YOU aren't FAT, Mom!"
Continuing chopping the eggs, I replied, "Technically, I AM obese."
Stunned, Rayna drew herself up indignantly and proclaimed, "You are NOT a BEAST, Mom!"
What a relief! I'm so glad to hear I'm not a beast! Now if I could just lose 7 pounds, I wouldn't even be obese! (Just overweight!)











1 comment:
Good gosh woman, I spit milk nearly thru my nose!!
Glad to hear that you are not in fact a beast!
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