Jack Sprat And Me

It's official.  I outweigh my 6'2" tall husband.  Despite all of my efforts to fatten him up, such as encouraging nightly ice cream sessions and Carl's milkshake excursions, he has barely gained an ounce.  He also denies he's skinnier than usual but when your wife, mother, and best friend all comment on your lack of meat on the bones then something isn't right.  It's high time he start packing on the sympathy pounds, I say!  Nay, I DEMAND!  From here on out Marcus will eat nothing but McDonald's for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.  Actually, strike that, I don't want him to die.  From here on out Marcus will eat nothing but candy and ice cream for breakfast, lunch, and dinner!  Huzzah!