Quote of the Day:
“Gluttony is not a secret vice.” –Orson Welles
….EIGHT pounds a’gainin’.
9 pm. Arrive at Moma’s.
9:15 pm. Chocolate pie.
7 am. Juice, cinnamon blintzes…..Cinnamon blintzes, are you kidding?
8:30 am. The usual. Biscuits, scrambled egg casserole, cheeses grits and a Coke, leaded. And I’ll take one more o’them blintzes. On second thought, they’re small. Make it a double.
11 am. Some peanut brittle.
11:15. Couple o’ sausage balls.
11:45. “Don’t make lunch yet Moma. Please, I implore you.”
12:30 pm. Lunch. Beef ribs, sweet potatoes, extra brown sugar please, jello-cool whip business. Broccoli is still good for you buried under a mountain of cracker crumbs and a fortress of cheese ain’t it? Bread and butter, natch.
1:30 pm. Coconut pie, fresh whipped cream. My favorite Xmas tradition. Better give me jussssst a sliver of the chocolate too before sister polishes it off. I’ll just stay here at the table awhile. Y’all go on about your business.
4:00 pm. Couple a’ more sausage balls. It’s a weakness.
5:30 pm. “Don’t heat anything up Moma. Everybody’s stuffed.”
6:15 pm. Leftovers.
8:30 pm. Sister hasn’t polished off that chocolate pie yet. I better get another sliver before she does.
9:00 pm. “Why’d you make TWO chocolate pies this year Moma? Wish I’d a’ known.
It’s only the 22d. This is ridiculous. No mas. No mas.
What’s that Moma? You need to make space in the fridge for tomorrow? Ok, gimme a couple a’ more a’ them blintzes….
….SEVEN Christs in Christmas, SIX Christmas Parties, FIVE. GOLD. ADS. FOUR freakin’ stitches, THREE triple AAA’s, TWO Billing Errors and a Lounge in a Mall ain’t no Lounge.
“No mas. No mas. I don’t want no mas.” –Roberto Duran