one of our heads is destined for tinfoil

I cook in cast iron. I eat lots of beans and greens, lots and lots and lots. I take a multivitamin. I eat cream of wheat, grape nuts *and* oranges together, then chase it all down with a handful of apricots and you still won't take my blood. I'm not even anemic you bastards, I just don't have enough hemoglobin to comply with your precious "standards." Moreover my sweetie is tired of hearing me whine about rejection. The next time you need blood why don't you go hump a piece of iron rebar if blood is in such short supply and STOP CALLING ME.

p.s. While I was typing this the answering machine came on asking me if I wanted to donate blood next Tuesday. Come back, Mary, it's fun to reject you!

p.p.s. I don't even know why I bother, cut any random person on the street here and he's full of pierogies and beer anyway.