THIS FAT OLD LADY’S TBT – COUSINS

Growing up, I had three sets of cousins. I had my Uncle Jack (my dad’s brother) and Aunt Dorothy’s kids – John, Patty, and Murphy (MaryAnne – but everyone called her Murphy).  We’d get to see them whenever our Dad took us over to see them, or sometimes, when Aunt Dolly (Uncle Jack’s twin sister)…

THIS FAT OLD LADY’S FAT FRIDAY- SURPRISE!

I’ve written about this before, but I think it bears repeating from time to time. One of the banes of being fat is trying to find out what fucking size you wear. The best advice I can give you is – take your measurements (or even better have someone else do it for you) –…

THIS FAT OLD LADY’S TBT – A ROSE IS A ROSE

When he was little, my (little) brother Chick could not (or would not) say cucumber. He pronounced it cumbugger. I must clarify – that is pronounced “cūm-bugger” not “cŭm-bugger” (which is, admittedly hilarious – but not, in this instance, accurate). It was funny (to me) then. It is still funny (to me) now. So if…