“We had no idea what waited ahead of us, other than the big, fat unknown, and most likely a big, fat kick in the face. The gravity of that was killing me-killing usI squared my shoulders. "Release the Kraken!"Several sets of eyes settled on me."What?" I gave a lopsided shrug. "I've always wanted to yell that since I saw that movie. Seemed like the perfect moment.”
“But waiting is killing me. Don't they understand? Don't they remember what it feels like? I want to have things settled. I can't stand the idea of not knowing.”
“My mother always called me 'sturdy' and said I have big bones. A little fat is what I am.”
“My face seems too square and my eyes too big, like I'm perpetually surprised, but there's nothing wrong with me that I can fix.”
“Babies like fat. Like to bury they face up in you armpit and go to sleep. They like big fat legs too. That I know.”
“I'd taken a big fat crisis off my shoulders and loaded it all on Jesus, which seemed unfair in a way, but was exactly what the Bible recommended.”