Buddha Belly

I am sitting here wondering if my spouse is secretly trying to make me fat. He often reminds me my belly is growing, my ass is drooping and another chin is in the works.

He was late getting home tonight and suggested we grab a bite to eat. I was tired, so there was no argument on my part. In mid-drive, the urge for pizza hits him. Not just any pizza mind you, it has to be a double decker pizza.

I have never heard of a double decker pizza, so I inquire. Double decker pizza = two thin crust pizzas stacked on top of each other. "Holly cow", I mutter, "double the calories and double the fat, just like the Doublemint twins - oh, no wait, they're skinny".

I gave in out of curiosity. After a slice and a half, I was a bit over-cheesed and way bloated. Now, as I rub my newly formed Buddha Belly, I just wonder if he's trying to fatten me up for the slaughter? Sigh, only time will tell.