Anyone trying to confront me with nutrition binders would not get a polite response. Possibly a felonious response.

I would have blinked a few times, than said, "No thanks, all of my nutritional needs are taken care of with human blood". And then smiled really slowly and widely.

Because if someone is going to be That Kind of Rude, they deserve an unsettling and creepy response.

But because I've happened to lose a few pounds, I look "great." We is fucked up in this society. Fucked UP.

I blew up on my MIL about this a while back. She went on and on for the millionth time about how great a relative looks. The woman she admires is a drunk who smokes and has baked her skin in the sun for a decade or so. Yes, she is skinny. She also has alligator skin and looks 10 years older than she is from body abuse. Skinny does not equal healthy.

Also, sending the hugs and ~ma where needed or desired.

Mmm, zentangled goats, that's nice. I love zentangles. My mum has a dried gourd with zentangles carved into it, its gorgeous.

I loved that Sprint commercial with the screaming goat(s) and the donkey.

Oh, how I wish I had the presence of mind to give Jilli's response when called for. That's wonderful.

When strangers come up to me and tell me Jesus loves me, I've always been tempted to say smilingly, "Yes, I know. But He hates you."

And then walk away.

U R TURBLE. Hahahaha Tommyrot.

You know, I get really excited about nutrition. Possibly because it is so closely allied to food, which is certainly something I get a great deal of pleasure from. My brain is scrambling to recall if I have crossed the line from shaking my pom-poms for fruits and veggies, and other tasty, healthy items and gone into the intrusive, binder-wielding country. I certainly hope not.

Ever since Romney, binders have gotten such a bad reputation.

Binders full of concern trolls?