The scene: around the dinner table at Chez Shamela, while the fire burns merrily in the fireplace in the next room (Fall came last night, WTF?) and while pizza and broccoli are consumed
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Okay, in addition to loving: *you, *the HA, *the BH, *your dinner conversation style, and *the costume idea, I also must confess that I was interested by your "postscript" (use of quotation marks meant to reference your post as well as work as scare quotes in context). I lost an inch over the last year. And can sometimes fit into size 7 and a half shoes. At one point, I was an 8 and a half. Also an 8. Anyway, how the hell does this happen?
Well, m'dear, you are fortunate, in that as the Hobbit points out, the shoe thing usually goes the other way. For many years I was a perfect size 7 (the industry-standard "sample" foot, hence my shoe-modelling career for JC Penney catalogues), and thanks to the H.A. and previous attempts, am now firmly in an 8, forever and ever amen.
How does it happen? Alien abductions. It sure as hell ain't AGE.
my feet are growing but overall I have "settled" durring shipping as well.... I suppose the feet thing is appropos of hobbits... anyway... I "heart" Shamelaland and all its inhabitants.
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*you,
*the HA,
*the BH,
*your dinner conversation style, and
*the costume idea,
I also must confess that I was interested by your "postscript" (use of quotation marks meant to reference your post as well as work as scare quotes in context). I lost an inch over the last year. And can sometimes fit into size 7 and a half shoes. At one point, I was an 8 and a half. Also an 8. Anyway, how the hell does this happen?
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How does it happen? Alien abductions. It sure as hell ain't AGE.
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And I say so, even on the felicitous occurrence of this anniversary of your birth.
Many happys!
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