Diabetes,
Hey. Perhaps I was a little harsh the other day when I called for divorce. That’s not to say I want to keep you around. Don’t get me wrong. I desperately want you out of my house. I still hate you very much and harbor a great amount of resentment toward you.
But, that said, today you were absolutely dreamy. You had me at 97. I am all too aware that you could have very easily pissed all over my fishing trip with Charlie with the snap of your evil tentacles. But you didn’t. I hardly even thought of you today. Thank you for making yourself scarce; for not being the center of attention; for giving me some quality time with my son. Maybe you had "gone fishin’" too.

