Last night Girl and I are getting ready for bed. The ensuing conversation went something like this (not that it’s burned into my memory or anything).
Me: Dang. I’ve lost five of the ten pounds I gained, but I swear, those last five are just sitting on my waist.
Girl: And I’d say your inner thighs too.
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I think Girl has figured out the perfect way to needle her mother. Girl is diabolical that way.
Comment by Rhonda — September 28, 2007 @ 5:45 am
Rhonda, Girl is fully capable of diabolical but this was totally a gut response on her part. Guess those thighs were scary.
Comment by Jennifer — September 28, 2007 @ 5:57 am
Those little rascals just call us on it sometimes don’t they???
Have a wonderful weekend.
Comment by Ginger — September 28, 2007 @ 7:17 am
Comment by Kathy — September 28, 2007 @ 8:18 am
Blame it on the funnel cake, Jen. Your thighs were fine the last time I saw you… not that I was checking you out or anything…
I think it’s the age. Hers. They are all into comparing, these days…
Have a great weekend!
Comment by Ellen — September 29, 2007 @ 7:36 am
Thanks, Ginger. I didn’t manage to set myself afire with my thighs rubbing together so I suppose mine was good.
Kathy, I dunno. I think I’m gonna give her lying lessons. Wait. Problem with that is I can’t lie very well myself.
Thank ya, Ellen. Thank ya vera much.
Comment by Jennifer — September 30, 2007 @ 9:11 pm