I do not have a wobbly bottom but the fat knees? I'm afraid so.
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I went to the temple today and while I was walking to the chapel I heard a noise. A rhythmic noise. An embarrassing noise. So then I walked bow-legged and it quit. I'm so embarrassed. So embarrassed that since no one heard my fat knees sploching together I told the whole world about it here, just in case I could increase my embarrassment by ten fold.
I'm sorry, Pam. I shall not scoff at you anymore in case that fairy-of-all-things-bad might be listening and whack me with her evil magic wand. Again.
PS The illustrator for OUR GRANNY, Julie Vivas, is my favorite watercolor illustrator. I have this book but I won't read it to the grandkids because the last time I did one of them identified me as one of the grannies I didn't want to be.
1 comment:
Poor you. I know this sound all to well myself.
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