Hi Sis, thanks for the clues. I still can figure out who you are though. My weekend was okay. Just cleaned house all day Saturday and went to church with my gd yesterday. I sure loved my cards. They really made my day. There's a bad virus that consists of horrible congestion, runny noses, and coughing up yucky junk along with just feeling blah going around that anti-biotics won't help at all. My boss and I both have it. We both went to our doctors and got medicine which hasn't helped either of us and we both feel awful. I went into work this morning, did what absolutlely had to be done today and told him bye, that I was going home to bed. He just said bye and went back to sleep himself sitting on his couch. I've been sleeping all day which has helped quite a bit. Anyhow, your cards really brightened up my day and I appreciate them very much. I hope you and your family are staying healthy. (and all the other secret sisters out there!)
Hey Sis, My dad has a second opinion appointment this afternoon. I wish I could go along, but my sister is. I appreciate the quote. I do believe that things happen for a reason. I lovedd the girl on the swing. I love to swing. I used to swing for hours when I was a kid. Now I just sit on the swing and hold the baby. I have a feeling that I figured out who you are, but I like the suspense of waiting. And its fun when I find out I'm wrong, LOL.
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Hi Sis, just want you to know that I really enjoy all the cards you send me. I was hoping to have a relaxing weekend and trim some dead limbs off a few trees. But you know when your kid (all grown up) comes and asks for your help on a project, you just can't say no.
My in-laws gave my daughter a twin size bed, dresser, and night stand. She thinks its ugly and wants to sand them all down and repaint them in pink and white. And who gets to help sand the furniture? Well we all know the answer to that one! She called me this morning and asked me if I knew of anyone who had a sander. Well, I have one (I think she knew it!) and I also borrowed one from a friend. So we will have our fun work cut out for us tomorrow. She wants to start early AM. The kid is never up early on Saturdays. I told her to call me when she wakes up I hope its not too early! Saturday is my sleep catchup day! It will be fun though and we will be spending quality time together, with my granddaughter along too! LOL I hope you have a glorious weekend. It's supposed to be beautiful weather here.
Hi everyone. Sounds like a few of you are still having some yukky weather, so I thought I would cheer you all up a little bit with this cute joke.
Swimsuit Shopping
When I was a child in the 1950s the bathing suit for the mature figure was boned, trussed and reinforced; not so much sewn as engineered.
They were built to hold back and uplift, and they did a good job.
Today's stretch fabrics are designed for the prepubescent girl with a figure carved from a potato chip.
The mature woman has a choice. She can either go up front to the maternity department and try on a floral suit with a skirt, coming away looking like a hippopotamus who escaped from Disney's Fantasia, or she can wander around every run of the mill department store trying to make a sensible choice from what amounts to a designer range of fluorescent rubber bands.
What choice did I have? I wandered around, made my sensible choice and entered the chamber of horrors known as the fitting room.
The first thing I noticed was the extraordinary tensile strength of the stretch material.
The Lycra used in bathing costumes was developed, I believe, by NASA to launch small rockets from a slingshot, which give the added bonus that if you manage to actually lever yourself into one, you are protected from shark attacks. Any shark taking a swipe at your passing midriff would immediately suffer whiplash.
I fought my way into the bathing suit, but as I twanged the shoulder strap in place, I gasped in horror. My bosom had disappeared!
Eventually, I found one bosom cowering under my left armpit. It took a while to find the other. At last I located it, flattened beside my seventh rib..
The problem is that modern bathing suits have no bra cups. The mature woman is meant to wear her bosom spread across her chest like a speed bump.
I realigned my speed bump and lurched toward the mirror to take a full view assessment.
The bathing suit fit all right, but unfortunately it only fit those bits of me willing to stay inside it.
The rest of me oozed out rebelliously from top, bottom, and sides.
I looked like a lump of play dough wearing undersized cling wrap.
As I tried to work out where all those extra bits had come from, the prepubescent sales girl popped her head through the curtain, "Oh, there you are!" , she said, admiring the bathing suit.
I replied that I wasn't so sure and asked what else she had to show me. I tried on a cream crinkled one that made me look like a lump of masking tape, and a floral two piece which gave the appearance of an oversized napkin in a serving ring.
I struggled into a pair of leopard skin bathers with ragged frills and came out looking like Tarzan's Jane, pregnant with triplets and having a rough day.
I tried on a black number with a midriff and looked like a jellyfish in mourning.
I tried on a bright pink pair with such a high cut leg I thought I would have to wax my eyebrows to wear them.
Finally, I found a suit that fit . . ... a two-piece affair with a shorts style bottom and a loose blouse-type top.
It was cheap, comfortable, and bulge-friendly, so I bought it. My ridiculous search had a successful outcome, I figured. When I got home, I found a label which read --
LOL thanks Minny for a good laugh. I don't buy bathing suits anymore so will not have to worry about any of this. I have only had 2 in my adult life as it is. Course too I don't swim and hate getting sand in between my toes. Got enough of that when I lived in Miami and visited in Lake Worth
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Thought for the Day If you didn't start your day with a smile, its not too late to start practicing for tomorrow.~~~God Bless All
You're welcome Patti. I love walking on the beach in my bare feet. The sand helps the callouses on my feet. When I get the sand in between my toes, I just rinse it off in the water.
Sis, thanks you have been great! I don't have a clue who you are. I haven't had the timie to try to figure it out. I have my angel sitting by my computer.
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I was hoping to have a relaxing weekend and trim some dead limbs off a few trees. But you know when your kid (all grown up) comes and asks for your help on a project, 
you just can't say no. 
Well we all know the answer to that one!
She called me this morning and asked me if I knew of anyone who had a sander. Well, I have one (I think she knew it!) and I also borrowed one from a friend. So we will have our fun work cut out for us tomorrow. 
She wants to start early AM. The kid is never up early on Saturdays. I told her to call me when she wakes up 
I hope its not too early! Saturday is my sleep catchup day!
It will be fun though and we will be spending quality time together, with my granddaughter along too! LOL I hope you have a glorious weekend. It's supposed to be beautiful weather here.
