I'm tootling down Interstate 10 to Orange happily singing along with my new "Favorite Hymns" CD . Okay, so that's dorkish. But I bought them recently when I was in a funk about the quality of the praise songs in the contemporary services I've had to attend recently, afraid that the classic hymns were about to become never-used antiques. Anyway, as I was saying, I was rolling along when suddenly the cellphone rang.
"Mom, Dad called me PLUMP!" quoth Babs.
"What?"
"He said I was 'a bit plump', do YOU think I'm plump?"
I know the right answer to this, even if El Jefe doesn't--"No."
"DAD--Mom says I'm not plump!"
(inaudible hollering back and forth).
Finally since I'm trying to drive, I say "Did you ASK him if he thought you were fat?"
I wasn't born yesterday, you see.
"Maybe."
"Well, then, what do you expect? You gave him a chance to get your goat."
Babs knows her dad is a big tease.
"HUMPH!" quoth Babs.
"Can I help you with anything else?"
"No."
"Okay, bye, I'll call when I get to Orange."
Sigh. Sometimes I think that most women's idea of Heaven would be to appear at the pearly gates and be greeted by St. Peter saying "Welcome! And you're NOT FAT!"
6 comments:
Does this angelic robe make my butt look big?
Oh, yeah. Health concerns aside, our perceptions of ourselves are messed up. The ideal is impossible. I think we all look lovely. Really beautiful.
In heaven, eating chocolate sheds pounds.
Real women have curves.
That's true, Ed. That line works brilliantly in bars.
we get a new name in heaven... and prob one size fits all robes too.
and as for your butt.... oops!
be blessed
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