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This is so true. I usually spend a week looking for a decent bathing suit and then another month looking for something to cover it up.
Posted by: nursecindy | May 31, 2011 at 03:35 PM
I never understood why you can't just use last year's swimsuit. The whole purpose of it is to swim in, right?
Posted by: Elon | May 31, 2011 at 03:53 PM
Elon, that's just crazy talk. The next thing you'll say is it's okay to wear the same outfit twice. Men!
Posted by: nursecindy | May 31, 2011 at 03:59 PM
"normal"
varicose veins used to depress her
she looks past them now
and so many other things
that have changed with age
she has marked each one
and mourned it's passing
he would see her in the mirror
each morning, turning and pinching
clucking and sighing
he would hug her and tell her
she looked as good to him as the day they met
and she would dismiss him, call him "silly"
and piece by piece it broke his heart
now she clucks and turns all alone
and he keeps his distance
so it goes year after year
she performs her dance
for one that doesn't even exist
while the one who adores her
lies nearby wanting
Posted by: mudstuffin in klumbus | May 31, 2011 at 04:15 PM
Juuuuuuudiiiiii! Mud made me cry!!
Posted by: nursecindy | May 31, 2011 at 04:50 PM
Wow, mud.
Posted by: NotSherly | May 31, 2011 at 05:03 PM
I usually don't like poetry. Sometimes I do.
Good one.
I have said for years that old married couples never really look at each other. It looks like we do, but what we see is the person we married. And that is a mix-up of the person in front of us, the person from ten years ago, and back to the first sight of the person we came to love.
This is a good thing.
Posted by: Steve | May 31, 2011 at 05:56 PM
That is a good thing, Steve.
Nice one, mud.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | May 31, 2011 at 07:08 PM
Geez Mud...you even made me sniffle a bit. And I'm a burly old former-cop who likes to think he's tough as nails.
Don't do that anymore, or I'll emulate Cindy, and tell on you to Judi...
Posted by: Afkat | May 31, 2011 at 08:09 PM
Hey, the iphone repair parts spammer likes your poem, too, mud.
Posted by: ScottMGS | June 01, 2011 at 02:16 AM
Good one Mud...I know this, my better half keeps getting better every day
Posted by: EyeGore | June 01, 2011 at 09:57 AM
Mud speaks a truth we all find to be a little bit too familiar and little bit too unsettling. Great one, sir mud.
Posted by: random thunking | June 01, 2011 at 10:35 AM
I hope you blog guys appreciate the wonderful women in your lives. Moms, wives,daughters, etc. You may not always realize this but I'm pretty sure they appreciate you too.
Posted by: nursecindy | June 01, 2011 at 11:18 AM
And you blog-ladies
Posted by: EyeGore | June 01, 2011 at 03:48 PM