So, I'm visiting Ma at the nursing home, planning on her move to my sister's house (thankfully, my sister's house). We were yakking about this and that, my business trip to Cheyenne, the deaths of some nice people at the home, visitors and just stuff. I mentioned that after a day at work enforcing ugly tax laws and coming home to rush a couple of chores and make dinner I'm plum tuckered and the thought of exercise is laughable. Mom's lovely response? You need to lose weight! That's what makes you so tired.
No kidding? You mean this extra 50 to 100 pounds is dragging my ass down? Gee whiz. What a concept. Yeah. I need to lose weight, thanks for noticing.



