Today, VSL speaks out against injustice! Oh wow. That sounded kind of impressive... almost like I were about to rail on over the plight of some really important thing. Hmmm, I suppose I could give it a shot; though, as Venomites know, it's not really my style.... Bwahahahahahahaha!! *Cough Hack Choke Gasp* Actually though, this is part of another inspired campaign brought to you by the genius of HumorBloggers (*Click over & check it).Aaaaaanywaaay..... injustice. It's just so damned rampant, hard for me to focus on just one at a time, so if I drift.... well, just deal with it.
Here's a personal injustice for you -- is the fucking universe looking the other way or something? Because the yin-yan balance is seriously off when DOH has lost enough weight over the last year to have needed all his pants taken in.
I watched him walk away yesterday and realized that his ass has totally disappeared; I mean, gone completely. It was a rather disturbing sight. I thought about taking a picture, but then I didn't just in case he wastes away and dies and then the life insurance company fights to keep from paying me off because they'll say I had prior knowledge that DOH was slowly fading away and yet, I did nothing to halt his sad demise.
Insurance fraud rule #1: Ignorance is bliss.
Besides which, I'm pretty certain he's going to gain those 8 or 9 pounds back over the winter; he's a good eater. Actually that's a gross understatement -- DOH chows down like a starving velociraptor at every given opportunity and never has heartburn or anything. He could eat a hamburger in an abatoir. He has the stomach (and eating habits) of a goat. But he does refrain from pissing in his own beard to attract my attention, so he is still sleeping in the house.
Like I could stop him. He's wiry strong, like a mutant spider monkey.
What really bugs me though is that, on a recent visit, my parents commented on DOH's form.
"Oh my," clucked my mother in overly solitious tones, "he's just lost so much weight, hasn't he? He looks all haggard and worn. He is so stressed out Dear; you mustn't badger him."
WHAT? I didn't just hear that, did I? Why yes, yes I did. In fact, it was a recurrent theme for the week they stayed. Apparently, I must look terrific, because I heard no clucking or fussing what-so-ever over me (their daughter).
I could go on, but I'm just going to stop now, because it's 9:30am and I've been up long enough to let the horses out and clean the barn, feed the cat and the dogs, see the kids off to school, dress, make myself presentable, have my tea and post a blog entry. DOH is sleeping like a baby, cozy in his bed, and unlikely to greet the day anytime before 10:30ish.
Yeah, he's really fucking stressed out, worn to a frazzle, and hard done by. Piss OFF, Mom.
There's some injustice for ya. phhhhfffttt
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