Attention fat people: will you please give me my husband back.
It seems like he spends every waking hour obsessing about his diet, working out like a demon or wasting hours and hours with this absurd blogamacallit.
The other night when he was supposed to be helping our daughter Pisa with her math homework, I caught him scribbling out a list of gibberish titled “Lowfat Recipe Names That Sound Dirty.” WTF?
And he was late picking up our other daughter Holly at her audition because he was home giggling over comments you overweight time-wasters left on his posts. Can’t you see that you people are egging this foolishness on?
It’s never been particularly easy being Mrs. Sh*t, but now it’s virtually impossible. So I’m asking for you to please quit visiting his stupid little blog thing and especially quit commenting on his ridiculous posts.
I appreciate your cooperation.