Some people celebrate their birthdays for an entire month. I’d rather celebrate April Fool’s Day for 30 days. One day of humor is just not enough for me. Here is today’s offering…
Sometimes when I think about my liver, my head gets caught up by the word, liver. It never fails to amaze me that I have an organ that describes the very essence of my goal in life, which is to be a liver—firmly rooted in the joy of life. So, I wondered about the root of this word, and looked it up on the Online Etymology Dictionary and found that liver has German routes, probably meaning to “fatten up.”
Obviously fattening up the liver is not a good idea, especially since a fatty liver is a serious health problem. After all, isn’t that what the French do to geese in order to make foie gras? If I fattened my liver, I would cook my own goose.
To help stay in shape, I can’t resist passing on my friend’s advice, “Never eat more than the weight of your liver.” Since the liver weighs three pounds, this is easy advice to follow.