Nanny Goats Soap Box
oooh! Can I come over for dinner?
I think our fat cells are related. 
thank you for the weekend starter smile.
i heart you and your letter to your fatcells.
the exorcism sounds fabulous!
ha!
It's useless to try to talk to them, I don't think they hear very well at all. At least mine don't.
Shhhhhh! I'm hiding from the damn fat cells.
Donuts anyone??? They have sprinkles on them...come on, you know you want one, or three.
Let's see, a black-outfitted, lean-muscled priest or Cinnamon Twisters...tough choice.
He's terrorizing me, too. However, I am going to wait until after the first of the year to exorcise him.
An exorcism sounds drastic. I've been trying to scare mine away with cheesecake. I'm thinking they'll get tired of being overworked. I'll let you know how it works out.
*breaks down sobbing hysterically*
I want some Mother's Iced Oatmeal cookies! They do not have them here, in exile, in this Hell known as Podunk, Ohio.
Oh, and those fanatics gathering around the fat exorcist? They don't look happy. They look...hungry. And iced oatmeal cookie deprived.
HA HA! so funny! fat cells! you go girl! he he
I hate when my fat cells become possessed....there's no stopping them at that point, but mine are more like a zombie movie, they somehow manage to multiply...
thanks for the chuckle. I needed that tonight
Stupid fat cells! I'm trying to suffocate mine. You see they try to hide from me...behind me. So... I sit on them. I sit on them for as long as I can take it, sometimes for hours. They will someday get so squished together, and run out of air! Then I will be victorious!
Ooooh you can tell that priest guy to come over to my house just not this month. He has to wait until the holidays are over and I have had my fill of all the yummy sweets and holiday food!
Love it! Not the fat cells, but the excercise in excorcising them Who am I kidding? I don't exercise and I eat enough chocolate for the both of us.
On the next episode of Dr90210, watch as Nanny Goats has a tummy tuck and a lifestyle lift to go with that really weird liposuction she got last week. If anyone has the name of that Plastic Surgeon in Black, we at E! would like to know.
Here I've been thinking I've got the market on fat cells. Maybe we need to start calling them pfat cells. They B Kool then.
I got sucked into his "church" last week... only went once though, but I am going to again so they stop knocking on my door...
Too funny I think I need to have this talk with my fat cells!
If you're talking about the Peruvian gym priest on Sepulveda, he's sham. The old food pyramid scheme!
Why do I find myself strangely attracted to this priest?
THE POWER OF HOSTESS COMPELS YOU!
That's hilarious - and I am so there!
funny! especially the tickling line.
well at least he didnt suggest puttin you in a bathtub full of pirahanas
oooo pizza sounds so good
Unfortunately my tummy and butt are possessed. I have tried being good to the fat cells by offering them chocolate but for some reason that doesn't work!
I had a man in black exorcise my fat cells once but when he left, they decided to become bunnies and they multiplied exponentially.
If only we could stop enabling these hungry monsters!
If you'll tell me the date and location of this fat cell exorcism, I shall be sure to attend.
Just don't call Tangina for your fat-cell exorcism. I hear the last place that hired her got sucked into a singularity and disappeared.
Fat cells are overated. You just better pray they don't form a union..then your screwed into paying their medical cost that occur with having them around! Feel free to join my "Muffin Top Killers" blog with the rest of us fat cell killing girls!
Added you to the old blog roll! Check ya later!
Your poor fat cells. Always blamed for the big problems in your life. I have saddlebags -- it's the pesky fat cells. I have underarm flab -- it's the galldern fat cells. I have a spare tire -- it's the freakin' fat cells.
Poor unsuspecting little fat cells. They must feel a lot like George W. Bush.
KJ
www.nanadiaries.com
A kindred spirit - I think you and I are the only two people that dig Mother's Iced Oatmeal cookies.
I came over to tag you for a simple question, but now I'm off to the pantry to snarf.
Come check me out - I'm curious...
OK, I don't know what "cinnamon twisters" are, but they certainly sound worth giving up your faith. Worth giving up mine - definitely.
Go toward the light (the one in the back of your refrigerator).
:^) Anna
Will you please write a letter to my fat cells, too?
Tapped you for a meme, you lucky goat...
Mmm - pass me a slice.
I'd rather be fat on food than skinny on religious bullshit.
You don't have to turn to religion.
The doctors can suck it out.
Hilarious! I'm going to read it aloud to my fat cells. After I finish these mallomars.
When the gym priest exorcises my fat cells, I look in the mirror and think "wow, it worked this time!" Then I turn to look at the back side and realize the cells just ran and hid in my ass.
I am going with the therory that dimples looks cute -no matter what set of checks they are on! LoL!
I am having a great weekend-hope you are too!
~Tam :D
Is this gym priest Richard Simmons? That guy is everywhere. Funny Post!
Fabulous post! I love it. And, I say skip the excorcism. Enjoy the evil, I say! :->
Hilarious post! Visiting you thanks to Lost and Found in India...
I just hope your fat cells have got big ears so that they can hear you...
I've discovered that it's just easier to embrace them, welcome them, and give them a warm cozy place to stay. Can't we all just get along????
Stupid fat cells. And, now they have attacked my wife. We may go for the buy one exorcism, get one free package after New Year's.
Hello! I hope I did well too! Have a great week. And thanks for stopping by, haha always have some Christmas cheer to share!
Well at least you care enough about them to send them a letter.
Yeah and how come you have one lousy, gluttonous thanksgiving dinner, with stuffing, turkey and pie followed by a week of "well I might as well now since I already screwed it up," and they all TRIPLE.
I THINK MY FAT CELLS SECRETLY MULTIPLY OVERNIGHT...WAIT, THAT WOULD IMPLY I MIGHT BE SLEEPING, AND WE KNOW THAT CAN'T HAPPEN! I HAVEN'T ACTUALLY BEEN ASLEEP SINCE THURSDAY, JUST WISHED I HAD BEEN! I'VE BEEN WORKING, WORKING, WORKING!
a personal exorcist. *snort*
i wish i didn't like cinnamon buns more than i like tight buns. if i did, i'd be way skinnier
AMEN SISTA AMEN!!
Oh fat cells...I need to send this letter to my own. They're getting ready to die, if only I could put down the oreos to kill them!
Are you kidding me? That was friggin hilarious. I need to join that church, you can evangelize me!
Hello.
My name is Tisha.
I'm like a pidgeon and would eat half-eaten burritos too. The first step is admitting the burrito addiction. My only question is who would leave a burrito half-eaten????????
I can refer you to an exorcist I have used in the past. I kind of hate him, but at least he does his job 99% of the time. His name is Mr. Ex Lax and he can be reached at your local pharmacy.
Fat cells are the DEVIL!
Oh my fat cells won years ago! I didn't stand a chance against them. I stumbled and gave a smiley :O)
Wow - I never considered the similiarities -and I'm Catholic. This must be the reason I never liked working out with personal trainers. But, I do have to admit - I love me a well muscled man in black.
HAHAHAHAHA
I embrace my fat cells... they have been loyal to me.
As for all those people who seem happy...I have my doubts!
How come you can make fat cells appear, but they don't disappear. That is STUPID!
But it's okay because my fat cells are pissed at me right now because I'm on Weight Watchers! 10 lbs in 3 weeks!
Take that you filthy beeeeee-yotches!
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