Tall tales

Warning: You may be better off not reading this.

I used to be much more secret prone. If anything happened that was note worthy I'd keep it to myself, and never defile my poor roomlings with the hearing of it. (Editors note from Cherish, Lisa's new Editor: when Lisa looked secretive we always locked her in some room and torture new exciting secrets out of her). Or I'd write it down and lock it up. (Cherish Editor again: except that all we had to do is unfold a metal paper clip and that, along with anything else, easily opened any locked lock.) But that's all sadly over. (--because Lisa never had any interesting secrets so we gave up)
Now I get more of a mental kick out of relating strange stories. If anything usually secretized occurs (cherish: like when she admits to me that insomnia for women means their horny, after she tells me that she has insomnia), the next person I come across gets a scandalous story (she has insomnia, you see). Then it gets embellished further and told a few more times (cherish: I couldn't bear not telling Tammy and Nicky that Lisa has insomnia, and the new definition for insomnia).

News comes back to kick you though.
Apparently I love all fat men.

Cherish: Lisa has left her computer on accidentally, and has left the room. Here are my notes so far on her unfinished subject. Pretend this is Lisa speaking (even if I did spoil the secret):
I love fat men, apparently, and this is true. I love fat men. The extra blubber is so ravishing and cushioning. You see, being with a man my size would naturally make me feel better about myself. They don't necessarily need to be obese.--for example of such tragedies of obese people, especially men, are the sumo wrestlers. For their mating rituals they need some sort of ingenious contraption to keep them from squashing some unfortunate specimen trapped beneath them. I am imagining that this special contraption that is also somehow ingenious would be a johnny jump up. You know those little things parents stick to the ceiling and strap their children to; to keep them occupied and watch their little johnnings jump excitedly about in them like little bouncy balls. I always thought those were rather cruel, because the children looked so elated in them. I'd put my children in a straight jacket if they disbehaved. I think I have gone away from the main subject a little. Well, Lisa likes fat men; here are the facts of the scandalous matter in her own words as told by me: when I see a fat man say; lumbering along the street I feel like racing up to them and molesting them. I don't know what sort of category this strange attraction is, or obsession even. there's just something inside me that clicks! (ooh!)
Enough, Lisa. Well this latest topic is a popular one in our house, and we all thought it was fun when nicky got the bright idea to tease lisa of prefering her men fat, til we found out it to be true.