things could be way worse if i had to go food shopping dressed as a dancing chocolate bar.
I suppose it wouldn’t be quite as awful if I had back the figure I had 30 years ago. Who am I kidding? It would be just as awful, even if I had the figure of a 20 something dancing girl! I don’t even like almond joy!
Seymour just says I knew what I was getting into when I married a rascal that can’t resist a good bet when he sees one. Now. I’m sure I did know he was a rascal but I don’t think I ever imagined a set of circumstances that would lead to my having to go out to the market on a Thursday morning dressed in fishnet stockings and a candy bar costume that seems to have been designed for a much taller and thinner woman than myself.
At least they let me wear my tennis shoes. I took one look at those high heels and I said, “Seymour? I don’t care if we lose the house, I’m not putting my feet into those ridiculous torture devices.”
He told that young friend of his I’d look even more ridiculous in an almond joy costume, fishnet tights, and old blue and gray sneakers. Well. Perhaps I do. But a body has to put her foot down somewhere.
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I’m happy to always find the “if” from your stories: ” things could be way worse if”. Or is that the fiction part, and the rest your true feelings?
Interesting that you are married to a man, though your sexuality differs from the mainstream. Who is the rascal, your eating disorder, your rational mind, the world?
I’m looking forward to hearing about your Sunday!
Comment by valid-i March 9, 2008 @ 9:04 amI hope you’ll have a good day : )
and i don’t know what i was thinking exactly when i made the character of the older lady doing her shopping dressed as a dancing candy bar, but you could certainly make the case that the rascal is my eating disorder. to the outside world “Seymore” is a very shady character indeed, a real loser, someone who is clearly bad for this sweet old thing. but in her mind he’s just a rascal and she loves him and laughs off his flaws even when they directly affect her.
i must admit i’m a bit like that with my ed. acting like oh, it’s bad, it’s an old rascal, ha ha ha, no big deal.
excellent insight as usual, my friend.
Comment by vive42 March 9, 2008 @ 12:00 pm