I've started walking again every night in a vain and futile attempt to do something about my burgeoning behind. it's so depressing. I refer to it as 'aircraft carrier' butt. You could land F-16's on my ass. It's a heli-pad. I regrettably let this little tid-bit slip recently when I was over at my parents house. I can't even recall now how the subject came up, but various family members found it amusing. The following conversation ensued:
Me: "I have aircraft carrier butt...seriously, you could land planes on my ass. It has it's own gravitational pull!"
Dad: "So it was you who saved the battle of Midway! Chantal's butt to the rescue!"
Me : "Exactly! If it wasn't for me, WWII would have turned out very differently!"
Thanks, Dad...way to defend my rear end. My aunt wasn't much better. She laughed at me and immediately pulled out her phone to tell anyone she could. Wow. You'd think my family would have my back...instead, they had my butt.
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You will notice I did not include a photo with tonight's entry, because I refuse to show you photographic evidence. You'll just have to trust me on this one.
Robynne and I are your most devoted readers. And we hope that lots of people discover your blog because you are an excellent writer. We're delighted and proud you're doing something that makes you happy. Hopefully this blog does not give away your secret location to the zombies.
ReplyDeletethank you most devoted readers! I'm so glad you're both enjoying it! your words of support are appreciated very much! what wonderful awesome aunties you are! dang..this means I have to be way nice to you now..sigh...You are wise to be concerned about the zombies discovering my location. The ZDI is working overtime to ensure my safety and protect my undisclosed location. And I have a henchman...;)
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