I’m being swallowed by a boa constrictor

That’s how I feel when I try to look past my belly and realize parts are rapidly disappearing. Or maybe I’m the boa constrictor? It’s all very unclear.

I’ve recounted other bits disappearing, and that was quite disconcerting.  I knew the feet wouldn’t be long behind when I last struggled to give myself a pedicure. I’ve since decided to leave that one to the experts.

And all I know is that by next week, I may need to ask Hubster if my feet are still there. For now, I’m sure they are.

Sing it, Johnny.