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I was born chubby, they called me "Lumpy"
That just means there's more of you to love, Dear.
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I was born chubby, they called me "Lumpy"
I was born chubby, they called me "Lumpy"
That just means there's more of you to love, Dear.
My ex-wife always complained about this phenomenon.
I can't ever get my feet to get "hot".....my hub is like a little pot belly stove emitting hot waves, and he won't let me put my cold feet in between his thighs to warm 'em up....so selfish, I think....
I didn't let my ex, either. Those things were like ice-blocks!!!!!!!
I can't ever get my feet to get "hot".....my hub is like a little pot belly stove emitting hot waves, and he won't let me put my cold feet in between his thighs to warm 'em up....so selfish, I think....
One of the few things my ex was good for...I was always sandwiching my cold feet between his thighs. I took pleasure in his initial groan...but he'd never say no.
It is admissions like these that make me believe that I am correct when I say that all women are "cold blooded"!
/ducks and runs for the door...
This was a very hot day....97 degrees. Went to the movies - it was nice and cold in the theater.....a friend of ours opened up a new gourmet restaurant and we decided to try it out for supper. I had filet mignon with a topping called Diane....crab meat/asparagus and some tasty sauce....it was really good.
Tired out....
I don't like coffee!!
Happy Friday the 13th! I'm not superstitious but my brother has a, well I was going to say 'fear' but more accurately I should say 'reluctance' about Friday the 13th. The year my family moved into the Big House (1966) a Friday the 13th happened in September. I was at a Boy Scout camp that weekend and my brother was still feeling out our new digs.
The Big House had a side porch from which there was a precipitous drop of better than six feet off the rear. Mom and Pop had yet to install a railing around the side porch, but they placed the heavy steel glider across the back to keep the wee bairns from tumbling down. You may or may not remember gliders. They are still around, but not as popular as they were in mid century. Shaped like a sofa, gliders 'rocked' back and forth on porches all around our area.
That's what got my brother in trouble. He and one of the new neighborhood kids were raucously playing on the glider when gravity made its presence known. One too many hard pushes made the glider, my brother and his new friend tip over the side and plummet to the ground. Mom said there were a lot of tears, but from the neighborhood kid, not my intrepid baby brother. Instead, he stood up and looked as his left wrist flopped over in an unnatural way.
Off to the hospital they drove to reset the broken wrist. When I got home Sunday afternoon, I got to sign his cast. School pictures for the new year were scheduled for that week. My brother, now the talk of the second grade, lifted his cast clad arm so the photographer could get a good shot. He was so proud, but he never regarded Friday the 13th with anything but trepidation afterward.
Superstition runs high today! Friday the 13th AND full moon! If I worked as a police dispatcher or in an emergency room, I think I'd call in sick today.Happy Friday the 13th! I'm not superstitious but my brother has a, well I was going to say 'fear' but more accurately I should say 'reluctance' about Friday the 13th. The year my family moved into the Big House (1966) a Friday the 13th happened in September. I was at a Boy Scout camp that weekend and my brother was still feeling out our new digs.
The Big House had a side porch from which there was a precipitous drop of better than six feet off the rear. Mom and Pop had yet to install a railing around the side porch, but they placed the heavy steel glider across the back to keep the wee bairns from tumbling down. You may or may not remember gliders. They are still around, but not as popular as they were in mid century. Shaped like a sofa, gliders 'rocked' back and forth on porches all around our area.
That's what got my brother in trouble. He and one of the new neighborhood kids were raucously playing on the glider when gravity made its presence known. One too many hard pushes made the glider, my brother and his new friend tip over the side and plummet to the ground. Mom said there were a lot of tears, but from the neighborhood kid, not my intrepid baby brother. Instead, he stood up and looked as his left wrist flopped over in an unnatural way.
Off to the hospital they drove to reset the broken wrist. When I got home Sunday afternoon, I got to sign his cast. School pictures for the new year were scheduled for that week. My brother, now the talk of the second grade, lifted his cast clad arm so the photographer could get a good shot. He was so proud, but he never regarded Friday the 13th with anything but trepidation afterward.
For some reason, there are statistically more accidents or mishaps on Friday the 13th. I'm guessing it's caused by fear, that is those who are superstitious would tend to be more careless on that day.