Yesterday eve, four bitchin' babes - that would be me and three of my babe friends - went to see and hear the Four Bitchin' Babes, the uppercase FBBs. From "Oh, no . . .I'm looking for my glasses again . ." to an impassioned musical ode to chocolate, there was much to relate to. Somewhere between the beginning and the end of the show, one of the uppercase FBBs stated, "I'm eating for two. No, I'm not pregnant - I'm just eating for two. I have no idea who this other person is but we're going to have words."
I understand. I've been eating for two for decades but recently that other person, whoever she is, stopped picking up her share of the tab, leaving me to metabolize all of her calories along with my own. Somewhere around the start of the new millennium I noticed she was slacking off a bit. But about four or five years ago, she simply plopped her backside into a recliner somewhere and has flatly refused to burn up even one bit of the ice cream, almond croissants or tater tots that we've been eating. I don't know how I'm going to get her up and doing her part again. Seems to be no matter what I do, she will not budge. I'm on my own here, people.
About Me
- Jan C. Snow
- Since 1984, my light commentary, Marginal Considerations, has been a feature of Weekend Radio. Moving into the 21st century (yeah, I know - a decade late and more than a dollar short), it may be time to explore the format known as "the blog." (Still on the radio, BTW.) I am the author of A Natural History of Socks, illustrated by the late Eric May, You May Already Be a Winner (and other marginal considerations) and The Nonexistence of Rutabagas, plus maybe 1K features, essays, book and arts reviews in newspapers and magazines nearly everywhere, except perhaps Kansas. I live on Lake Erie one city to the west of Cleveland with too many musical instruments, several large plants and no cats. My front door is purple. I collect dust, take up space and burn fossil fuel. I kayak, knit, hike, sing, canoe, write choral music and play hammered dulcimer, but not all at the same time. I read too much and don't write enough, but what's new?
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