Turkey's Roasted

There was a point in my life when I contemplated getting my belly button pierced. This week, as I watch it do a disappearing act I can honestly say I am extremely grateful of never having that pierced. I can only imagine what my stomach would look like with a bullring being pushed out for the world to see. It's bad enough that now when I am full, the belly button begins to pop outwards. I have actually become a turkey with a temperature gage that pops when complete(ly full). Or, maybe it's the baby screaming, "Uncle! Please no more food in this little 5'1'' frame!" When he's had enough, he gives a little kick, and out pops the button.