Abbey
Spork Queen
Long, but I GOT her.
Let me set the stage: easy child daughter, whom I'm staying with has now topped 402 lbs and only 21 yrs. In some sense, her dad and I have talked to since she was about 8. doctors. involved...no problems. She just eats too much. At her age now I am letting her make the choice what to do. She has her own personal trainer, a years worth of prepacked food for all 3 meals, gym membership, etc. We've really tried to help her.
She does not like alcohol because her dad was an alcoholic years ago. He's fine now. The day I got here about 2 weeks ago we went shopping for groceries and I got one of those box wines with the spouts. Every night I might have a glass or two. I get the lecture. So she makes an evil plan last night.
I noticed the box was gone and it wasn't as full as I thought or maybe I drank 3 one night.
That little bugger hid it the freezer so it would thaw out. Then...she cut the tip off the plug and as it slowly thawed it filled the bottom of my fridge and covered whatever was below with sticky wine.
I take it out and see it had been cut. So I methodickly cleaned everything and emptied out the box and placed it neacely where it was.
Here's my revenge. Anytime we ask her if she's going to the gym, seeing her trainer she indignantly yells...AND I AM NOT HIDING FOOD! She has always done that.
So this morning I'm trying to find my lost cell I look under her bed. She has a grocery store of finished items. Cheetos, choc milk, cookie, ice cream, pizza pans...I could go on and on.
Then I opened her closet. I thought I was going to be trampled. Five out of about 500 things were on hangers.
She and 4 friends come back for lunch, which they NEVER do to check on their plan. I had just gotten out of the shower and wanded from room to room just slightly out of view of the fridge. As soon as I'd hear the click of shoes, I'd clear my throat and mutter to myself...gee I should go dry my hair. They all run and hide. Damn. Where's my dryer? I'd slightly close the door...click, click. Oh, shoot, my comb is in my room. Hey, do I hear shoes out there? Hmmm...guess not. Quietly the left. I was trying so hard not to laugh.
Door opens and is my lovely daughter. Hey Mal! Get any sales yet? No. Bummer. Maybe I'll go fix us something to eat. You should have the look of shock on her face. MY PLAN DID NOT WORK!!! I'll take a tuna sandwich please.
Mal...I got a couple strange calls this morning. One was from your trainer and she says she hasn't seen you in 5 months. NO WAY! Well I haven't seen you go in 2 weeks and you're supposed to going 3 times every week. They other one was for the gym and the classes you agreed to do. They haven't seen you in months. Oh...I checked to see if you're taking your appetite suppressed in case you need more, but they're all filled. Finally, and this was really funny as I lost my cell this morning so I looked under your bed. Where did all this eaten junk food come from? Oh, that. Well, I was taking out the trash one day to fill it with my bedroom trash and it just went everywhere. So you just left it there? Yeah, I had to go to school. Hmmmm...
I was so calm. Well, I'll take my sandwhich now and sat down at the computer. (She's over with her own evil look making ME my lunch.)
I can be wicked.
Abbey
Let me set the stage: easy child daughter, whom I'm staying with has now topped 402 lbs and only 21 yrs. In some sense, her dad and I have talked to since she was about 8. doctors. involved...no problems. She just eats too much. At her age now I am letting her make the choice what to do. She has her own personal trainer, a years worth of prepacked food for all 3 meals, gym membership, etc. We've really tried to help her.
She does not like alcohol because her dad was an alcoholic years ago. He's fine now. The day I got here about 2 weeks ago we went shopping for groceries and I got one of those box wines with the spouts. Every night I might have a glass or two. I get the lecture. So she makes an evil plan last night.
I noticed the box was gone and it wasn't as full as I thought or maybe I drank 3 one night.
That little bugger hid it the freezer so it would thaw out. Then...she cut the tip off the plug and as it slowly thawed it filled the bottom of my fridge and covered whatever was below with sticky wine.
I take it out and see it had been cut. So I methodickly cleaned everything and emptied out the box and placed it neacely where it was.
Here's my revenge. Anytime we ask her if she's going to the gym, seeing her trainer she indignantly yells...AND I AM NOT HIDING FOOD! She has always done that.
So this morning I'm trying to find my lost cell I look under her bed. She has a grocery store of finished items. Cheetos, choc milk, cookie, ice cream, pizza pans...I could go on and on.
Then I opened her closet. I thought I was going to be trampled. Five out of about 500 things were on hangers.
She and 4 friends come back for lunch, which they NEVER do to check on their plan. I had just gotten out of the shower and wanded from room to room just slightly out of view of the fridge. As soon as I'd hear the click of shoes, I'd clear my throat and mutter to myself...gee I should go dry my hair. They all run and hide. Damn. Where's my dryer? I'd slightly close the door...click, click. Oh, shoot, my comb is in my room. Hey, do I hear shoes out there? Hmmm...guess not. Quietly the left. I was trying so hard not to laugh.
Door opens and is my lovely daughter. Hey Mal! Get any sales yet? No. Bummer. Maybe I'll go fix us something to eat. You should have the look of shock on her face. MY PLAN DID NOT WORK!!! I'll take a tuna sandwich please.
Mal...I got a couple strange calls this morning. One was from your trainer and she says she hasn't seen you in 5 months. NO WAY! Well I haven't seen you go in 2 weeks and you're supposed to going 3 times every week. They other one was for the gym and the classes you agreed to do. They haven't seen you in months. Oh...I checked to see if you're taking your appetite suppressed in case you need more, but they're all filled. Finally, and this was really funny as I lost my cell this morning so I looked under your bed. Where did all this eaten junk food come from? Oh, that. Well, I was taking out the trash one day to fill it with my bedroom trash and it just went everywhere. So you just left it there? Yeah, I had to go to school. Hmmmm...
I was so calm. Well, I'll take my sandwhich now and sat down at the computer. (She's over with her own evil look making ME my lunch.)
I can be wicked.
Abbey