Picture this scene:
Our family of four descends upon the living room, prepared to hunker down for a movie. This cozy spot barely has enough space for a cushy chair, sofa/sleeper, small coffee table and TV stand. I claim the chair, while my husband plops on the couch.
Then 70-pound Craig sits on my left leg.
And 70-pound Darla sits on the right.
Then Darla invites the dog to sit on her lap.
We’re now resembling a page from “The Napping House.”
And when I point out to my lap-sitters that their Dad is alone on his couch, with exponentially more space for snugglers, I hear this in response:
“But Mom — he’s bony and you’re squishy. It’s more comfortable in your lap.”
Yeah - more comfortable for THEM! For me, it’s reason number 432 to go on a diet.
But maybe I’d miss the benefits of “squishyness.”
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3:38 pm
Maybe “buff” isn’t so desirable after all?
2:06 am
enjoy the squish monsters while you can.
You can be boney aloney later in life.