Diddy surprised Marmie with an Easter basket.
She was quite pleased.
Diddy gave me an Easter present too. It came in the form of extra deets.
After eagerly inhaling them, I fell into a deet coma.
When Marmie found out about Diddy’s generosity, she was mad.
She says my tummy is getting a little soft.
She also says, starting Monday, I need to cut back on my food intake. She wants to nip this thing in the bud before my belly goes the way of Aunt Beatrice’s.
First Marmie made me switch to a mostly organic meal plan. Now, she has me on a diet.
This can only mean trouble.