January 9, 2010
Skiz and I have been comrades for three decades. And for most of these years we have gained and lost the same ten pounds. We are like Siamese twins joined at the bagel, each otherís bulging bellwether. Our pattern is this: at the end of the decade we become skinny and it takes a good seven or eight years for the fat to creep back to a point where we skirt the edge between pulchritudinous spouse and dumpy housewife. Now as we face our late forties we gear up for another campaign. Once more into the cabbage soup dear friends.