Actually I really wanted to title this piece " Homicidal Thoughts By A Hungry Woman", but something in me told me that it was probably was not the most appropriate choice.
Today I went to a wedding shower for my cousin. I had a piece of eggbake and some fruit, not too bad. Being that this was a brunch (2 meals), I got up and got some more friut. Better choice then more egg bake. My uncle, who is a LITTLE outspoken, sits down next to me and said "God, your eating again, how much do you need?" Now mind you I have small portions because I do have a bigger purpose in mind then stuffing my face, but I was hungry.
It's hard enough eating around my family, because they are smaller built and I'm not. Not only are they thin but they are all typical height and I'm 5'11.
Have you heard of that
genetic fairy, she has a very funny sense of humor. I'm not complaing about my height, I'd rather be taller then shorter. Let's just say in family pictures, I look very out of place, hope I didn't get switched at birth.
*************That was the crying part****************
***********Laughing Part**************
My response was " Just enough to make me choke and I can pass out. That way I don't have to listen to you."
God forgive me.