Last October, Manuael Uribe, the world's fattest man, got married. How wonderful! It just goes to show that no matter how insurmountable the obstacles may seem, love will find a way to win in the end.
. . . is what I would LIKE to be thinking.
But I'm not.
Instead, I'm thinking . . .
You've GOT to be freaking kidding me!?!? The man has not been out of bed in SIX YEARS!! In order to get to the church for said nuptials, it took a crew of 12 people, a forklift, and a flatbed truck. During the ceremony, he was wearing a parachute! (And this is AFTER he lost 550 pounds)
Meanwhile, there's me. I get out of bed of my own volition every day. I go out into the world --in a jeep -- without the aid of ONE personal care attendant, never mind twelve. Yet, I am still single and living over my best friend's garage.
There is something SERIOUSLY messed up with the universe.
Happy stupid Valentine's Day!