Series Info | Table of Contents
The thrift store belt is in the trash and the brass bald eagle belt buckle is back on the bedside table next to my World’s Greatest Uncle mug. I like the idea of these two things together on the table because if I’m ever murdered in my sleep, people will think I was the world’s greatest uncle and that I had enough sense not to put that buckle on a belt.
On the brighter side, I am the proud owner of several new belts designed to fit my current proportions. It’s safe to say that people are glad to know the belt is gone, and it’s also safe to say that no one wants to hear me gripe about having to eat more.
Mom stopped by this afternoon with a tub of homemade butter cookies. “Eat them all,” she s...
Please subscribe to keep reading.