So, is it weird that when someone greets me by gripping my upper arm I have the compulsive urge to flex so they’ll think I’m all buff and stuff? My son just called me on this. He thinks it is weird. I don’t. I think it is natural for a woman with aging triceps to go into denial and hold desperately on to her erst-while chickiebabe-ness. I’m not going to ask what YOU think.
My greatest pleasure in life has been raising my four excellent children--some of whom liked me so much that they keep coming back. My second greatest pleasure has been doing whatever I can to make people laugh and create bright moments. I hope to do a bit more good in the world before I go the way of it. And if not, I'd better at least get to spend some serious time writing and singing in a castle somewhere in the UK.
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