prissy pants

Big spread. 

Other cultures cook a lot of food

Many times a year. 

Just for big families!

And here’s me with my Flying Dutchman. 

Didn’t even eat it all. 

After COVID, I have that phenomenon 

Where I can’t taste anything. 

And what I CAN taste,

Tastes like licking a dirty ashtray. 

Well- an opportunity for fasting! 

I won’t be too hungry

Because I have no appetite. 

And no taste. And no food. 

I got nothin’! 

And nothing’s plenty for me!!!!

But I still breakout in song. 

Pork. Not a ruminant. 

I do ok with pork. 

Many people I know could benefit 

For alcohol sobriety. 

But they think they have to go to AA. 

And they don’t always. 

It’s the moral failing clause. 

When o was at my heaviest,

I could eat just 500 calories a day

And still not lose. 

But all os those calories were carbs. 

This is my mindset after last weeks 

Verbal entanglement. 

I told the owner of the house

“I’m glad it’s all blown over!

All that angst for no reason at all!

It was just a creaky door!”

And her answer broke me:

“See? Neither of you were right.”

The hell? I was asleep in my bed

When the shit hit the fan. 

This is her way of saying 

she doesn’t believe me. 

What is “not right” about that? 

Trouble in paradise. 

A dear blogging friend gave me this. 

Little did we know COVID 19

Would also be CV20, 21, and 22. 

My monthly long shot. 

It’s all about being a healthy gal

So you’re  not in pain,

And not incontinent. 

And not sick. 

And you can get up from the couch

(And the toilet!)