I’m in Starbucks obsessing over some concerns I have.
I know enough, when I’m in this place, to compose an immediate gratitude list to bail myself out of my ceremonial self-pity.
Before I could whip out my notebook, a woman comes in I happen to know. She’s 50, if that…tall, stately, with long white hair like a thoroughbred palomino.
I sigh, running my hand through my choppy Bowery Boy cut, when she turns around and I see her ass is the size of Cleveland, one BIG problem I don’t have.
Did I give her a smile.
That God…gotta love’em when he’s trying to make a point, the little rascal.
🙂
SB
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Life is full of little surprises. My sisters and I always say that in our twilight years we’ll have a cute guy admiring us from behind as we walk. Then he’ll speed up for a front view and see our shriveled apple-faces. Surprise!
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Oh Skinny, don’t say that. We mustn’t think of ourselves as fruit. Sigh
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An arse with its own zip code is not a possession to be prized.
Just love “ceremonial self-pity”. 😉
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When an Italian, thin girl decides to feel sorry for herself, she doesn’t mess around. If my arse was that big, I’d never leave the house.
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It’s the old “someone always has it worse” thing smacking you in the face. I hope it made you smile while I know you felt empathy for the woman who probably couldn’t get rid of it if she starved herself.
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But that hair…she could’a been a Breck Girl…:)
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Everyone has a good thing…and a bad thing. Nature’s way. Sometimes the bad thing is less noticeable except from the rear.
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Funny…I’d be walking backwards, the vain goil I am.
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Do you give lessons in ceremonial self-pity? I’ll bet yours would be elegant.
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I’d wear a little black dress, and pumps and hand out hankies. They’ll be food of course. 🙂
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Would you let me come? I wear sneakers, even to weddings.
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Of course. We’ll just keep you seated. 🙂
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I promise not to stick my feet up in the air.
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You’re so funny.
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Funny, peculiar my husband always says.
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He should talk with his nose in all that history he touts and loves so much…:)
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It seems like we both have stories where massive asses have given us reason to pause. We have a patient with one of the largest asses on the planet, and as your friend, it’s a surprise because of the upper half. Ironically, she is an office manager for a Gastrologist office, which is much worse than me just hating on my job. I must say, I do envy that level of confidence.
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Some men love them. An acquired taste, so to speak.
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Indeed it is …
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Lol
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I had a great laugh one time when one of my daughters at quite a young age dryly quipped ” her ass is so big that even half of it is bigger than the whole thing ” it was so bizarre I could not stop laughing !
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That’s cute.
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