Wilford Brimley is pissed.
Why you ask? Because you have been slacking.
"But Shay," you say, "I have been working all day. I come home, take care of my family and then do my A-Z challenge like a good little blogger."
Well, let me ask you this: When was the last time you checked your blood sugar?
See, that's what I thought!
Seriously, can someone tell me why he is so pissed off? I'll be sitting in my living room, watching TV, not bothering anyone, then BAM! there he is on my screen, with his red, bulldog-like face and his overgrown, furry caterpillar mustache all up in my business, like a total hardass telling me, "You check your blood sugar and you check it often! There's no reason not to."
Excuse me, Mr. Brimley, but I do have a valid reason not to check it: I don't have diabetes. So, why are you going all postal and yelling at me?
Do you get paid on every diabetes or as you say, "dibeetus", kit you sell? Are you pissed because you have to prick your fingers and think everyone should suffer and feel your pain?
All I know is I don't come into your living room and make you suffer the same things I have to go through. Have I ever gotten pissy with you and demanded, "You get a pap smear and you get it often!" I didn't think so!
I don't know why you are so angry. Maybe you are mad that you can't eat things with sugary goodness or maybe you are upset because Our House got canceled. We're all still reeling from that one.
All I know is you better back off, Brim or I will start spiking your food with pixie stix. So, Mr. Brimley, you check your blood sugar and you check it often and leave me in peace to eat my Reese's peanut butter cups!
You don't scare me!
Well maybe a little... seriously, what is with that mustache?