and how was your day, dear?........

ok, so i had a curious string of clients today.....including a 50 yearold 348 pound psychotic who came with his mother....and with whom he argued,nonstop...until i offered a followup appointment to discuss progress on our goals.........she actually asked me if i was married and/or italian............what....like i'm in the market?.......omg..........i was expecting this at some point.....as they got my name from a national database....and called from a speakerphone..........looking for a diabetes educator........lucky me.........i suppose this is why i should be elated that my children have thus far left home.......because the reality of a child who has failed to leave home is too abysmal to consider......but back to being single and italian.....i was reminded of my uncle albert stephan....the one who almost married the unsuitable woman from brecksville that my grandmother (his little sister) found to be.....well....unsuitable.....better for him to die a recluse and a miser and a packrat that marry an unsuitable woman.........so very sad........i wonder what unsuitable women that this meanmamma scared away in the past....before sonny gained the last 200 pounds..........