As some of ya’ll know, I quit smoking Christmas Day. It’s a nasty habit and I am glad I gave it up. However, my oral fixation has moved from puffing on Marlboro’s to shoveling food (mainly sweets) into my face at neck breaking speed. The pounds are piling on and my clothes are getting tighter and tighter.
If you really want to know who your true friends are, ask them “Do I need to lose some weight?” If they reply, “Maybe 10 pounds…but no more than that” they’re true friends. True girlfriends are bitchy like that. Ha!
Anyhoo, I was talking to Rico about how I needed to lose weight and how miserable I felt when my clothes were so tight..yada, yada, yada. You know, we’ve all had that talk. He says, “Honey, you look so good…I like you with a little meat on your bones”…etc. He knows where his bread is buttered. When I mention that being a little heavy doesn’t make me feel sexy, he replies, “It’s not what you look like that makes me love you..it’s what’s between your ears.”
So, now I know. He loves me for my ear wax. When I quized him about this in my witty, sarcastic tone he informed me that “Yes, it’s true. I love you for your ear wax. I lie awake at night secretly waiting to clean the wax out of your ears…you caught me.”
I knew there was a reason I never had ear wax. I just always thought it was from using too much hair spray. Sometimes the truth is just more than you want to think about.
