Haiku
My lovely, size 12 mother stood at the kitchen counter one evening, chatting with me. She’d spent the day at work on a full-fledged diet; a nonfat yogurt for a snack, a salad for dinner. Absorbed in our conversation about my latest boyfriend dilemma and completely devoid of anymore willpower, she feasted on forkfuls of the chocolate cake I’d baked earlier. She scolded our English bulldog who was jumping up on her legs, “Maggie, don’t ruin the only pants that fit me."
posted by Tina @ 10:01 PM
1 Comments:
Exposing my weaknesses (and dress size, no less) to your audience of loyal readers and countless others was a bit unnerving. But I'll forgive you this time, because you called me "lovely."
Mom
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