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The perils of activewear (ou les orteils de chameau)

I finally take the leap. After years of sewing and resewing, I toss my decade-old leggings with their worn, next-to-nonexistent inner thigh seams into the garbage. And just to be sure that I won’t fish them out again when that bout of clothing nostalgia hits, I cover them in more garbage. Which means that I…

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The tilted tata – using transformational positioning to achieve a youthful bosom

“Do you think we can take tasteful pictures of my breasts?” David perks up. “Most certainly.” “For public consumption?” “Pardon?” “You know, for my blog…” “Ummmmm…” His mouth opens and closes. “Don’t get me wrong.  I am ALL for your breasts being on display. But… why do you want to have tasteful breast pictures on…

lyrical opposition

“I’ve figured it out!!” I exclaim. “You have?  That’s great!” says David. “Figured what out?” asks Rissa. “It’s ‘take-a-chance, take-a-chance, take-a-take-a-chance-chance!” “Runh?” from Rissa.   His interest now piqued, David stops mid-sandwich prep. I clarify. “I’m playing ABBA on repeat in the car. I’ve never been able to sing along with the boys’ part for…

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Cat Olympics

CRASH!!! “What the???”  David, Rissa and I all turn towards the laundry closet, from whence the sound emerged.  When had we docked a ship back there and how had it broken free from its moorings? “What was that?”  We all look at each other, on the cusp of Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard, Spocking  for who…