Yesterday I stood on a box, turned around backwards, and had a look at my ass in the mirror.  “Milo,” I yelled, “get out of the way.  I can’t see my butt!”  Sometimes having a house donkey is not all it’s cracked up to be. By the time I drug Milo out of the way, never an easy task, and got back up on the box, I was exhausted.  But never the less, I had a look and it was just as I suspected.  I have a fat ass.  Not the donkey, my actual ass is fat.  Milo is anorexic and we’re working on that