Apologies for the post desert. I’m fighting an allergy attack. My eyes are swollen, the skin is puffy, itchy and a little burny, and it’s difficult to see the screen properly. Normal service may eventually be resumed, assuming I can remove the Hub’s cucumber slices from my face while being held down: “Lie still, dammit! You will relax or I’ll ram the rest of this cucumber where the sun don’t shine!”
He takes such good care of me.
On this Day in History 2007 (Photo credit: cams-not-in-lux)
A history professor and a psychology professor were attending a conference at a nudist colony.
The history professor asked, “Have you read Marx?”
The psychology professor replied, “Yes. I think it’s from the wicker chairs.”
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I am a little fat. I like food; what can I say? I have dull hair: mousey. I don’t wear much make-up and have no need of a dressing table. If I look like a bag lady, I chose my own clothes. If I look nice, the Hub picked them for me. Despite all this, I am a little vain. This photograph is from 2003. I had to go back that far to find one of me that I liked. But I don’t really care: my husband still thinks I’m beautiful and if he doesn’t, he loves me enough to lie about it. I’m lucky. I have two boys. They never lie to me. Still, you can't have everything.
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