The pool opens in 9 days. It's fair to say I'm assessing the 'damage' from the winter - the long days of snowbound inactivity, the many chili meals, the accompanying beers. As usual, I judge, and find myself sorely lacking. (Or sorely 'over-endowed' as the case may be. Yikes.)
There've been a few extra workouts in recent weeks.
So I'm talking to Cecilie on a walk yesterday, and she asks me if an female acquaintance of ours would be considered "stout." After swallowing a smile, I demurred - well, not stout exactly. I think she's probably just about like me.
My eldest - my biggest fashion critic, the one who paid me the compliment of being 'Presentibil' on Mother's Day - stopped short, aghast: Mommy! You're not stout! You're not even the stoutiest bit stout!
I think I'll keep her.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
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8 comments:
Children never lie either (at least when it comes to commenting on adult appearances). You're gorgeous!
I don't think you are the stoutiest bit stout either.
Last week we were at Goodwill buying clothes and my oldest said, "That shirt even makes you look not fat." I think the honesty is refreshing. The words may not come out quite like they expect them to, but their motives are pure. Blessings to you.
Oh lovely, you are not the stoutiest bit stout, out of the mouths of babes come the sweetest things
The only good stout is of the beer variety!
Stout? Hardly!
I don't look forward to what my daughter will have to say about me. Sigh.
Loves this!
This is so precious -- love that phrase..."not even the stoutiest bit stout!"
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