Tuesday, January 15, 2019

"A walking stomach"

I woke up at 6:30.  Ron was up.  We talked a little and I did some of my morning routine.  I offered Ron a breakfast biscuit, and he called me "a walking stomach on two legs". 

Because I ate breakfast. 

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

My dad's diet was really poor before he died. He ate almost nothing.
He drank instead.

Anonymous said...

What a loser. What does that make him a walking bottle of vodka and pills. Let the fu--er make and get his own damn breakfast. You really coddle him way too much. He can't make his own breakfast? What do other blind people do without help, starve?