Darts on blouses are useful for younger women as a sign marker, You Are Here. In old age, the darts keep pointing, but the breasts have been there and seen that. Now, they are off exploring the belly and making plans to visit the knees before they die.
Humor
Gobsmacked
StandardIt’s British and means your jaw hit the floor and stayed there because you were too astonished to close your mouth.
Reader: I was gobsmacked when I read your blog.
Yearstricken: I’m so glad. I really enjoy gobsmacking others.
Reader: Yes, there’s really nothing quite as bracing as a good gobsmack.
Yearstricken: Well, tally ho and all that, I must get back to my blog. There are still so many gobs to smack.
People I Have a Hard Time Trusting
StandardWomen with skinny hips. I find them neither funny nor fair. From behind, it may look like I’m carrying small squirrels in my hip pockets, but these are genuine Texan saddlebags. If you’re from Texas, you’re authorized to carry them with you wherever you go. It’s on your birth certificate. In fact, they are de rigueur, and define my figure, which is getting bigger. Whoa, Trigger. You need to get off that horse.
All right, folks, move away from the rhyme scene, nothing to see here.
Where was I? Oh yes, I have a hard time trusting women with skinny hips. While I love all things Japanese, including the people, I still haven’t quite gotten over my resentment at all those skinny-hipped women. For them, it’s probably genetic, so it’s more forgivable, but for the rest of you, there’s no excuse. You should know better.
Furniture Envy
I forgot to post an image with yesterday’s poem about my dresser. Today when I went into the room to get a picture, I was shocked to see the chest of drawers sticking out its tongue at both the dresser and mirror.
The chair apparently stepped in to referee and told me the dresser and chest had been threatening to sock one another.
I had no idea any of them read this blog.
Although I was disappointed in the bad behavior of the chest of drawers, I choose to believe in its better nature. We all need to get things off our chests sometimes, but there’s really no place for envy. After straightening things up, I asked the bedroom set not to speak of the incident to the other furniture and appliances.
I just don’t have time to write poems for all of them.
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