Have you heard of this thing called dia-bee-tus?

Before I begin, Shirley didn't come home last night. She told Dawn she was spending the weekend at her parents. Faaaaaaaabulous. I ran her out of her own home! Moving on...



So I have touched on this before, but I am just amazed that Shirley doesn't weigh 300 pounds or has diabetes. The amount of ice cream she buys is just wacky. Not to mention three tubs of frosting? It's just unseemly.

The fridge. Let me show you it.

So Shirley likes her sugar. Like REALLY likes it.



I mean seriously, who drinks koolaid past age eight? The cowboy on the Real World in LA did, but that is all that I can recall. Also, Shirley full on grocery shops at her parents, hence that nasty looking container of milk.



How much ice cream does one person need? And lastly, what is ice cream without all the fixins??



And a little extra tidbit of info. Shirley has been eating mayo that expired in April. Maybe that's why she has been so bitchy lately.

The legendary donut

What's this all about donuts in the bathroom you ask? Let me tell you.

A few weeks back, I came home on a Sunday afternoon. I went into my bathroom to find a box of donuts (not even the good kind) next to the toilet. Apparently Douchebag had drank a wee bit too much the night before and got sick. And he thought donuts would help him feel better. I often eat donuts while sitting on the can. But since he is in his own world, much like Shirley, he didn't even think to clean up after himself.  

And that my friends is my story about finding donuts in the bathroom. 

You can't make this up

Doris alerted me to the fact today that Shirley has a jar of Peter Pan peanut butter next to her bed...for decoration. Shirley loooooves her some Peter Pan!