Home Alone

I am home alone again. My visitor is gone. Kinda lonely but also nice to not be responsible for someone else's welfare. I promised the nun that she can have all my booze bottles. I have no attachment to alcohol. Mother used to drink martinis with the best gin: Bombay Sapphire but I used up the last by taking gummy bears and spiking them with gin. It was an experiment I wanted to try and it worked. The sapphire was almost six years old! Oh, yes, I eat about two or three gummy bears every week now. I think at that rate they will rot even though I keep them in the refrigerator. I rarely drink. My addiction is food. I love bread and butter. I am going to cut out the bread now and the rice and later the potatoes. Don't care for vegetables that much but love salads and fruit. Need to loose some weight so I can fit into a slim coffin. The new me - fit to die.....Va-Va will drape a special blanket over my coffin: "Eat our salads and you will end up here...," neatly embroidered around the edges. Callous Funeral Home can do the arrangements. The Rabbi will give the final condemnation. I want all my dogs to be there and pee on the ground above me as a farewell. Sounds great doesn't it? No that is not desecration that is consecration.