The Great Frozen Fudge Bars Eat Off
Yesterday Fmom was on her walker coming by my room and asked me to get her a frozen fudge bar and I said OK. I got her one and she couldn’t handle it while she was using the walker on her way to the den. At that time my niece called and asked what we were doing. I told her I was leading Fmom around the house with a frozen fudge bar. She laughed and then stopped and asked “Really?” I told her yep sure was. It’s the only way I can get her to exercise. I gave the phone to Fmom and she laughed and talked with my niece. But as soon as the phone was hung up, Fmom wanted that frozen fudge bar. I gave it to her and knew there were three left. Needless to say, I ate them all before she wanted another.
Now there are no more frozen fudge bars and she said today when I go to the store to pick up another box. I hate to do it, but I’m going to have to lie and say they were out. I guess I’m a bad son by not bringing any more home, but frankly, I’m getting sick of eating fudge bars.