Thinking Of You
My mother loves to send little cards and notes. While I am not particularly fond of the practice, its her thing and I don't quibble.Today she sends a cheery card covered with sunshine and bunches of flowers titled "Thinking of you." How sweet, says I. That is until a folded piece of newsprint flutters out from the card into my hand. Fan mail from some flounder?
Nope. Just an article reminding me exactly how fat and unhealthy I am. Forty percent more likely, in fact, to succumb to death from breast cancer than my more svelte female cohorts.
Thanks for the good thoughts, Mom. You made my day.
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