A Thanksgiving Experience

too much food (groan)...can't handel any more... (gulp)...snacks...(close eyes)...no more...(argh)... dessert... (heavy sigh)...

I wish God would have made me more like a microwave, I mean, with a loud and annoying beep indicating when I was done. I'd be eating along and right before I was accused of being a gormandizer, my buzzer would go off. BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. I'd be done. Everyone, including me would know it. People would be pulling serving dishes out of my reach - kinda like opening the microwave door.

Microwave = BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, [the green letters roll by] "END" and the water for my tea is hot.
Me = BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, goes my imagined indictor and the meal is over. Not too full, but not hungry. Not unbuttoning-my-pants-to-breath miserable, but not needing another mouthful to be satiated. I'd love to go through a holiday feast without coming out on the other end with the dreaded GAHoM (Groan After Holiday Meal). An indicator, that is all I'm asking.

Oh, really? I have one you say? Only it doesn't have the annoying beep?

Why doesn't mine work, then?

It does? What do you mean I keep ignoring it? You think I'd feel better after a Holiday Feast if I would just pay attention when the little light in my head (attached to my stomach) goes off above the sign that says, "FULL?"

well, I'll try it...(sigh)...the next time we have...(gulp)...a holiday meal together...(groan)... another piece of pie?...sure!