This weekend, Miranda asked my sister Emily, "How did you get those boobies?" Emily replied, "You will have some when you get older too." Miranda laughed and said, "Emily, you silly! If I get some I will just stick a pin in them and pop them."
If only that were possible, we could eliminate the necessity of wearing bras. If she could come up with a painless procedure I bet she could make millions.
Life as we know it is a span so short in duration that should we blink, our lives are past. Mortality is a fabric woven tight with strips of lingering sorrow, peaks of ecstacy, valleys of despair and experiences best described in retrospect as bittersweet. In birth we cry, in life we laugh and weep, in death we wait and wonder. Against this mandatory school called earth we sometimes pass with flying colors and other times we simply do not make the grade. It's not the winning that exalts us in the end, it's the getting up for the bell when our faces are bloodied, when we have all but been counted out lying face down on the canvas of life. When enduring to the end seems less daunting than getting by until tomorrow, the prospect of eternity is blurred, but yet we take one baby step at a time, without acclaim but holding fast to faith until we finish with the victor's sprint.
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If only that were possible, we could eliminate the necessity of wearing bras. If she could come up with a painless procedure I bet she could make millions.
Classic!
Too funny!
Awesome! I wonder if somebody did that to me when I wasn't looking! :)
So, has she never noticed you are endowed as well, Julie? I think you need to have a mother/daughter chat about the facts of life...
Em, I'm afraid Miranda's aunt has much more impressive assets than her mother.:) So, I feel your pain Kellie!
Funny! And funny that this has never come up with my girls--oh, I'm not that endowed either. :)
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