And Jen was nice enough to play along, too. She had sympathy for me and my girls. That's what I call my chins - The Girls. I know many of you may have, a time or two, referred to other, finer features as The Girls, but for me, it's all about the chins, Baby.
Back in college I yukked it up with the best of 'em over Richard Fish waxing poetic on the virtues of the waddle.
Jen: (It's true what they've been saying - she's let herself go. Poor thing. Maybe she just needs someone to listen...)
Jen: (Smile, Jen, Smile! Make her think she's sort of normal! So sad...so very sad...)
FPFG: WHAT?
Jen: Also, as your friend, I'm here to tell you as nicely as possible that your hands are even more claw-like in person. Especially when you hold them like that.
Jen: (Note to self: Never again stray North of Kokomo. It's just not safe.)
I love our day, JJ. I loved every sweltery moment. I loved the blueberry picking and the Dented Can browsing and the back-roads driving, but I especially loved the lemon bar eating.
Next time, let's actually take some pictures, M-Kay?