DON’T MEASURE ME, I HAD ONLY A SMIDGEN

“Vicky’s cake? Okay I’ll take just a smidgen. Oh, ReNee made one also? Both chocolate. Very good. I’ll have only a smidgen of each. I have to treat both daughters-in-law equally.

“Yes, I’ll have more – but just a smidgen. I will probably want just a smidgen more before bedtime.”

Next morning, weighing in. The scales are up a smidgen this morning. I guess the food I ate yesterday made me retain more water.

“Do we have any of that cake left today?”

“Yes,” ReNee responds, “Would you like some?”

“Yes, but just a smidgen. The scales showed me a bit overweight this morning.”

In closet, changing clothes for the third time because it seems like my clothes are a smidgen too tight. It is humid and I am sort of sweaty, maybe that is why they feel uncomfortable.

ReNee: “Maybe we should measure you with a tape measure to see if we need to go up a dress size for you next time we go shopping.”

“I don’t want to do that. Well, okay, but before we go, do you still have a smidgen of that cake left?”

.*** Have you noticed that sin creeps up on you just the way calories do.

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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4 Responses to DON’T MEASURE ME, I HAD ONLY A SMIDGEN

  1. Yes, exactly! (Turkish Delight, anyone?)

  2. Frank Hubeny says:

    Good point about the smidgen of sin.

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