If my MIL winds up on insulin, it's her own frikken fault. I swear, ever since the doc told her she had type two diabetes she's gotten worse with the sugar and crap. Right now, she's eating a bowl of Dryers chocolate ice cream, but tells me 'she's been good'. Riiight. She thinks 'Sugar in the Raw' is dietetic- I had to enlighten her that it's still sugar. Wouldn't be so bad, except she gets weird when her counts off and I bear the brunt of it. We made brownies last week; the first time in three months. She ate the majority of them, then bragged about how good she was doing. Tori only had two, Eric one, and the rest just magically disappeared. Judas priest- the woman has zip willpower.
