Phoenix's hair used to be blue, but, with advancing age it has turned to a subtle purple color, and, I might add, it makes her look marvelous.
It's mauve darling, mauve! :wink:
Dorothy Parker, you are still a baby so there is no way you could know about blue hair. Maybe your great grandmother could explain it to you.
Phoenix, darling, I've always loved the mauve--so much more expressive and sophisticated than purple. Naturally, it is easy to understand why Gus thought it was blue, as he considers you the queen of a2k, as do we all.
A puple cloak would look superb with your hair, dontchathink?
I DO consider Phoenix the queen of A2K and am not the slightest bit embarrassed to admit that.
Closely followed by littlek, dag, and the irascible Calamity Jane.
Yep, I agree that most of us really do consider Phoenix the queen of a2k.
(Even though she is vertically challenged. :wink: )
But her head is at the most appropriate level.
Groan, Ratzenhofer, groan.
Diane wrote:
There are certain African women whose breasts sag down below their waists so they can suckle their young children as they walk alongside their mothers. .
And here I thought I cornered the market by doing that with Jillian
(sigh)
Since I am not a crone, and I am damn sure not a good woman, can I join as well?
I have enough of a wing span to lift a small toddler by flapping really fast..
My grandmother used to call it " flab"
When i was 18, she was beginning to go down hill from cancer.
She had it in her throat, in her legs, and later discovered it was in her bowels.
Her and I used to sit on the couch and watch her stories while my body produced my first child.
Big and round in the belly, she would tell me stories of her children, my mother, and her husband.
Often times cussing her failing body, she would get mad and start rubbing her hands back and forth in her lap.
This could cause her upper arms to jiggle and when I first noticed it, I thought it was odd.
Then, as I started paying closer attention, I thought it was funny.
On one such occasion, I was sitting next to her as usual, leaning my head on her shoulder and she was mad about something in the soap opera and started rolling her hands again.
Her arm was inches from my nose and it started wiggling..
I laughed hysterically..
When I finally got out of my mouth what I thought was so funny.. she stared at me, then popped her arm up and hit me in the face with it.
She then said " you do that again and I will flab you once more"
I miss that woman.
Yeah there is something comforting about old lady flab. If it's a relative and they smell nice.
Shewolf--
You are your grandmother's granddaughter.
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Tuesday is the local Senior Citizen Day at one of the area supermarkets. The store offers a 5% discount to any shopper over 62. This morning I kept one eye on my grocery list and the other studying the upper arms of perfect and imperfect strangers.
Deep conclusion: Grooming is important--and poise is a plus.
Women who spend a certain amount of time and energy bathing and dressing look much more attractive than the defeated women who slink into the grocery store in their house cleaning hand-me-downs.
Question for discussion:
If you wear a "DDD" cup covered by a wildly sequined, mad-cap tee shirt, should your breasts twinkle and quiver under the florescent lighting?
I assume you aren't asking this question of teenage boys...
Diane--
This pair of bouncing boobs belonged to a woman who must have weighed more than 400 pounds. She could barely fit in the little electric cart.
Sparkly is sparkly.
If she thinks she can carry it off, she can.
Sparkly shirt, sour face.
Takes all sorts.
ahh, sour face - that would change my assessment of the situation
Of course she could have been concentrating on steering the go-cart--but there were frown lines etched in her face.
