Wednesday, February 28, 2007
This morning I was getting dressed and of course W was there. I took off my robe and before I could put anything else on W was poking at my naked leg. (Believe me, I don't lollygag around nude. It's not a pretty sight.) I walked away so that I was out of his reach and he poked my butt. I am laughing now, but I wasn't at the time. I was startled. Now that I've had a chance to look back on it, I think he was pointing out my cellulite. His dad needs to teach him a few manners. First rule being that you don't tell a lady she's fat (adj.) and 2. certainly don't poke at her fat (noun). Or maybe the latter should be first.