Oh Fuzzy!! You gotta see the back of my thighs to understand the word....FUGLY! Woohoo!!! It is NOT a purdy site hon. Serious. Dogs howl. Children run. Women weep. Men take off their hats, and salute. (I never did understand one....)

But, screw em all. Well, not literally. I don't have the time or inclination. On a good day, my charms outweigh my thighs. We just have to keep working hard to find those good days, sweetie.

For some of us, good days and good moods don't just land fortuitously in our laps like they seem to do for others. Some of us have to work our keisters off just to get outta bed, huh? Too bad working off gobs of emotional energy just by getting out of bed doesn't burn calories...dang, I'd be one hot momma!! ;-)

I hear your sadness. Wish I could hug it away.

Emmy