One particularly long and dreary day back when I was pregnant, as Michael sleepily offered family prayer, he said "...and please bless this baby that it will nourish and strengthen our bodies." Ever since that day, I have viewed my apparently cannibalistic husband with some secret suspicion. And day before yesterday I entered the bedroom to find my fears confirmed--my growling husband sheepishly caught gnawing on the poor baby's arm!!!
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V--I've known this about M for a long time. He would always try to eat me. It's amazing I've survived as long as I have. Why do you think our fam is so skinny? If we got plump, we'd be goners...
I knew them Mormons ate babies.
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