His wife could eat no lean.
And so between them both, you see,
They licked the platter clean.
Apparently this rhyme was an English proverb from at least the mid-seventeenth century and appeared in John Clarke's collection of sayings in 1639 in the form:
Jack will eat not fat, and Jull doth love no leane.
Yet betwixt them both they lick the dishes cleane.
Why am I chattering on about some dusty old nursery rhyme? Well, my wife and I are set upon two polar goals: she's working on losing weight and I am working on gaining it. Both of us want to lose/gain 20-plus pounds, so we're in for a long haul and it should be quite, quite interesting. So far, she's seen much greater success than I, but I think we're both going to hit our targets.
There is one thing I will note that has threatened my goal and that is the price of food.
I have noticed in all the grocery stores that the only items they have on sale are aimed at dieters: there hasn't been a single (full-fledged) ice cream on sale since Jan. 1. It's all this reduced-calorie, low-fat, all-the-good-stuff-taken-out-and-replaced-by-water crapola that is offered at discounted prices — a flagrant conspiracy against thin people, and it is being executed in every grocery and drug store that exists.
In other Gnus, all I can say is Aaron Rodgers is a stud.
Now I realize these entries have never revealed any 'manly love' on my part, I feel quite secure in my manhood about my passion for dude's abilities on a football field. Win or lose today or in the Super Bowl, Aaron Rodgers is a stud (with a certain boyish grin, that when he flashes it ... {okay, okay that's quite enough}).
So later today I think I'll be moving furniture around, drinking milkshakes and screaming "Run, run, run you son of a bitch!"
Go, Packers!!
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