Wicked Witches

I am always teasing that my sister-in-law is the Wicked Witch from The Wizard of Oz, one, she is terrified of the flying monkeys; I know that does not fit, and two, she is mean. To my surprise though, I find out this week that my own sister may be a witch.

Last week, she was kind enough to watch the kids while I went with the wife to Parent\Teacher conferences. The teachers thought our children were smart, wonderful, a joy to have. I am still convinced each teacher mixed up the files. No, not really. I know both of my kids are smart and do well when they are not under our unrestricted control.

Anyway back to my sister and no we did not go pick them up baked inside a pie. Hmmm, pie. Actually she had just started to fatten them up with bowls of chili. She did offer to feed them dinner and asked if we wanted the same. I then explained that I have not been doing well with tomato saucy foods. She then hexed me saying that was a sign of a failing gallbladder.

Today, I felt bloated and sick to my stomach with a pain on my right side just under the ribs. WebMD's diagnosis put gallbladder at the top of the list. I still feel uncomfortable and will probably call to make an appointment with the butcher. Well first the witch doctor and then the butcher.

Maybe I can convince the butcher to put my gallbladder in a jar for my sister!