I think of the Thanksgiving holiday as boot camp. Just a few days of intensive training to get you ready for the real thing. Over the next four weeks my stomach muscles will be sorely tested. There will be parties to attend, company dinners at work, potlucks, and trays of sweets shoved down my throat like a steam engine gobbling coal. Without proper training even the strongest are doomed to failure.
The hardest part of it is the mental aspect. Modern society—that two faced hussy who tells us to exercise and take care of our health, and then in the next breath spews an endless onslaught of ad for rich food, dark beer, and erectile dysfunction. Why don’t they ever show fat people in those bathtubs? It irks me. We need a bath now and then too.
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“Heidi, you look so down. What’s the matter?”
“Men. They’ll steal your heart, then disappear.”
“When did it happen?”
“Two days ago. It came a heavy snow. Kids were playing in the yard. I looked up and there he was.”
“And you fell in love?”
“I couldn’t help it. The way he looked at me with those big dark eyes, his crooked smile, and wearing that silly hat.”
“And he just disappeared?”
“I guess you could say that. He faded away, right before my eyes, like an apparition.”
“What was his name?”
“Don’t worry, dear. He’ll be back someday.”
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