Dear Lord, please forgive me for my lack of judgment when I sent my diabetic friend home with all of the leftover pies, cookies and cakes from Thanksgiving dinner. She said she would call me when she got home, but I didn’t hear from her last night. However, she must have had one hell-of-a dessert party because there were two EMT trucks parked outside of her house this morning taking her out on a stretcher cursing and screaming my name, Amen.
Happy Thanksgiving to All and thanks Leslie.
Personally I would have kept all of the pies and cakes for me, I have no problem with stuffing my cake hole full of goodies.
Pete darling, there’s plenty left in the refrigerator!
You must give me that recipe, there’a few people I would like to try it on!
No problem Bill. First you start with 10-cups of sugar, one hungry diabetic and 50-insulin injectors.
I’m sure she’ll forgive, once she’s out of the hospital and the warm, sweet memories come flooding back into her mind — if she doesn’t go into a coma first, of course!
(I have a diabetic friend. Several years ago he was in the hospital after a rather severe episode. He was doing okay. But a well-meaning friend of his came to visit him, bringing some cake from some celebration or other that he had missed while in the hospital. My friend didn’t want to offend her, so he ate it. The nurse came in, saw what was happening, went into a fit and put him on some insulin to get his blood sugar back down. She gave him too much, and he ended up having a LOW blood sugar episode!)
We’re still waiting for her to phone us Kathy!