So, something you may not know about me is that I nicknamed my husband Fat. It’s not meant to be mean. In fact, I think I started calling him Fatty when we first started dating 100 years ago when he was a svelte hockey player. Anyway, so “Fatty” became “Fat” became incorporating the word “fat” into regular conversation, e.g. “Fat’s getting on my nerves. I want to repaint the kitchen, but he’s being so fat about it.” The best analogy I can think of is the way the Smurfs substitute in the word “smurf” all the time. Hence, “Happy Fatsgiving!” Continue reading »