WAIT, I MEAN WEIGHT

We all knew it was coming sooner or later didn't we? If you know me, you know it can't go forever without the big "W" coming into play. So...today, I was busy as usual. I have been unusually busy lately, so much so, I haven't thought much about the big "W". Ummm...that is until today. As we all know, my mom has had trouble speaking. She just can't think of the words she wants to say. Today after I was finished delivering things to area churches, I was so close to her house that I thought I would stop in and say hello. Now, even though mother can't speak very well, she has gotten less uptight about things, I think. We had a pleasant time. Dad was pleasant too. We watched a woodpecker up in the tree. We talked about "the baby". We talked about Faith and Erin. It was lovely. It was time for me to get Liz from school, so I kissed them both goodbye. I got in my car, and as I was pulling out of the drive...mother motioned for me to roll down my window. Can you picture her doing that with her hand? It was cute. I roll it down, waiting to hear what was so important. She hesitates, and then drops the "F' bomb. I in no way saw it coming. Now, it's not what most of you think. What she said in her determined monotone way was: "Irene says you're FAT!" I thanked her, rolled up my window and waved as I drove away. First of all, why should I let that take hold of me and bother me ever since she said it? I know I'm fat. It's not like it came as a surprise! ("What? I'm fat? Why didn't anyone ever tell me!") Second, I continue to let those 4 little words proceed to ruin my day. It's all I can think about between ice cream bars and the kids lunch items for school. Three little letters so powerful, they can control all of your other actions. On the other hand, every time I picture her motioning me and then blurting out, "Irene says you're fat" I crack up. Sad, but definitely funny! *sigh*