Coming to terms with losing my husband and sharing my faith. "A Bible that's falling apart belongs to someone who isn't"
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.
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?
2 comments:
My dad's diet was really poor before he died. He ate almost nothing.
He drank instead.
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?
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