Actually, when Auntie sent me the link to the KC pics, her only comment was how skinny both of you looked in the pictures. Love…and food…food…and love…while it has a wonderful impact on the soul and the brain, it also appears to have some sort of impact on the waistline and the ass!
So, I guess you might soon become “Chubby Pink” - which is most definitely better than “Chubby Perv”.
Hah! Actually, I’d completely forgotten about Chubby Perv until you just mentioned him. He seemed to be completely forgettable as well except for the designer, expensive dog blanket he gave Em to sleep on/with one night.
Now, admittedly, ever since I met Auntie, I haven’t been taking near the amount of steroids or been participating in quite the number of Olympic events I used to, but I still think I cut a figure that is nowhere near that of “Tip-Toe Thru the Tulips” Tiny Tim. Of course, that may be the wuv, sweet suv clouding my vision because, hey, surely Auntie EM loves me solely for my near-perfect Benjamin Bratt looks.
I could have sworn that’s the reason I’ve landed dates in the past.
See, you’re lucky. With you, I got a name. A real name. Even your husband had a real name. No colors were used as pseudonyms for you, no fetishes or perversions were employed as allusions to thee and thine.
But, once again… on the bright side, at least I’m not a chubby perv! Kinda makes me feel like dancing. 