I just HAD to have a big bowl of popcorn while watching the Roughrider/Alouette game tonight {woohoo, we won by ONE point on the last play of the game!!} & now I am so bloated I seriously think I'm going to die... or explode... or die by explosion. Either way, I'm in rough shape. I mean, damnit Jim, I'm a lazy couch-potato not a doctor, but I think I can diagnose death by popcorn when I feel it.
For someone with an extremely sensitive digestive tract, you'd think I'd have learned by now.
Friday, October 13, 2006
When Will I Learn?
& That's A Fact Says Wilma at 11:41 pm
Labels: Death Bed Moments
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That's some serious info about you. Imagine if I would have seen you at the Shop Easy, I would have thought 'oh, she's put on weight'. But then I would have read THIS and known it isn't weight, it's bloating due to popcorn. **WHEW**
Yes, that's exactly right. Any time you see me looking chunky, it's popcorn bloat & nothing else!
Great. Now I will know EXACTLY the nights you ate popcorn.
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