Memoirs of a Fat Girl

Hi kids!

I must beg your forgiveness over the next little while, as I concentrate on scrubbing and finishing my abode, rather than writing. Relatives will be here very soon, after all, and my possessions must look presentable. Or clean, at the very least.

So think of me on these beautiful summer days, not enjoying the weather, but swearing my head off, elbow deep in wash buckets.

In the meantime, enjoy this corny joke that Sandy told me last night:

How do you please an Amish girl?

Three Mennonite.