Well it finally happened, the Ranger’s wife is on the Adkins diet.  And now life is over.  We can’t eat anything.  No bread, no candy, no milk, no pop.  We are doomed.  I have figured out that if the wife goes on the Adkins diet, we all go on the Adkins diet.

I am finding myself smuggling candy in the house, drinking milk in the back rooms, and stuffing bread and butter down before I get caught. 

And don’t get me started on grocery shopping! Now that all trips to the grocery store must be supervised to make sure both parties are satisfied; I feel like the little kid, sneaking items into the cart. It never fails, when I turn around the bag of chocolate has been removed from the cart.

I like being plump.  Is life supposed to be so terrible?  Nothing is better than a big bowl of Sugar Puffs during the six o’clock news on TV.

I truly believe Mr. Adkins hated his life and just wanted to haunt families with bird food and to much water.  If you drink as much water as he suggests, I will have to move the TV in the bathroom and install an intercom.  Anyway, I like myself and you should too.  I accept you for what you are, not what you look like.