sparkling husband primitive's Last Dinner ....is she fix'n to kill 'im or something?
I don't think the sparkling husband primitive's wife has to lift a hand, to do away with him.
Remember, the sparkling husband primitive mentioned last week that he had had a heart attack some time ago, and heart surgery, and at 208 pounds, his physician "would be happy" if he got down to 190 pounds.
If the physician would be happy with the sparkling husband primitive being 190 pounds, that means the "ideal" weight for the sparkling husband primitive is probably circa 165-175 pounds, but good physicians try to not impose "unreasonable" excpectations on their patients.
So the sparkling husband primitive's probably circa 40 pounds overweight, which isn't good for a male well into his seventh decade of life.
Add to that, that the sparkling husband primitive imagines himself a
gourmand, a gourmet, a
connoiseuer--when in fact he's just a decadent glutton, and can't resist fine dining, and lots of it.
Not being God, none of us know when the sparkling husband primitive is going to sit down to his Last Supper, but it's probably reasonable to assume it's going to happen long before it has to happen, and it's his own fault.