Today we went to BrilliantEditor's parents' house for supper. It's called supper in the middle of the day and dinner at night, right? I think that's true.
Once again, the food was great and I'm overcome with the need to sleep.
On holidays, I begin to wish that I worked more like a machine that would get refilled only until my little food tank was full. This whole human thing with processing and converting and all that jazz, well, it's responsible for the plague of obesity in this country!
Of course, when there are times that my tummy is empty and I still have to wait to eat, then I'm not so thrilled by the machine idea. I'd be tipped over on my mechanical side with my face in some bizarre position. People would walk by me and say, "Hey, Ernie, we got another one here for scrap."
Then they'd throw me in the back of the truck and take me out to the dump and sit me inside one of the old cars that also ran out of fuel and died.
Yeah. Obesity is way better.
Forget about the machine thing.
Posted by dotty at April 11, 2004 09:10 PM