He finished unpacking, and flopped down on the bed next to me. We discussed our individual successes/failures with our healthful diets, and Mr D noted that if my weight kept going up, and his kept going down, eventually we'd weigh the same. Gadfry! About the same as thirty-four years ago, when we first met: he was fresh off a 6-month starvation tour on a Pacific atoll, and I'd been busy eating all the ice cream on offer in the Wellesley College kitchens. Hmmm.
Mr D = Miss H. Again.
I made a little frowny face, and then Mr D said:
Fatty and Skinny
went to bed
Fatty rolled over
and Skinny was dead.
After I stopped giggling, I hit him over the head with a pillow.
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A simple moment told beautifully ;-)
This most made me smile. Love the limerick.
You could just start a little subtle sabotage..say, extra butter in all his food? An additional thwap or two in everything, and he oughta pork up nicely in no time.
It's only fair, right?
Fatty and skinny. I haven't heard THAT in a while.
It must be love if you only hit him with a pillow and not a pan over the head for that comment :)
What a great little ditty. I've put on weight the last few weeks (beer, burgers, y'know), so I may give it a whirl tonight.
lovely!! :)
It truly is lovely. The most simplest moments are pure poetry.
I'd have been tempted to miss out the giggling and just go straight for the pillow. Don't encourage him, he'll just get worse.
Well, you could always save money by sharing your wardrobes....
A lovely, heart-warming moment!
LOL
Made my night
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