- Oct 9, 1999
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There are three women in our neighborhood who often hang out together when watching their kids playing in the yard next door. We're not close friends but we all know each other. I was raking leaves on Saturday in our yard and was near where they were standing. One of the women is holding a catalog. We say hello and chit-chat for a minute and they return to their discussion. I can easily hear them talking as I rake.
Mary is about 5'7" 140 a bit chunky
Donna is about 5'3" 110 very thin
Patty is about 5'5" 170 more than a bit chunky
Mary: Donna, I don't know what you're worried about.
Donna: I don't know... I'm not sure that's going to look right.
Patty: It'll look great, Donna. You have the right build for it
Mary: That's a great dress! You should order it.
Donna: I'd have to not eat for a month to get into that dress
Mary: Hey, don't go all anorexic on us!
kranky: Geez, Donna, if anyone goes anorexic it shouldn't be you.
I was trying to throw Donna an off-hand compliment that she didn't need to lose any weight. What it came out like was "You're the only one standing there who isn't a cow." Patty spins around and heads back into the house with the other two following her, and Donna looks back at me over her shoulder with a glare that would freeze a blitzing linebacker.
I'm not expecting any Christmas cards.
Mary is about 5'7" 140 a bit chunky
Donna is about 5'3" 110 very thin
Patty is about 5'5" 170 more than a bit chunky
Mary: Donna, I don't know what you're worried about.
Donna: I don't know... I'm not sure that's going to look right.
Patty: It'll look great, Donna. You have the right build for it
Mary: That's a great dress! You should order it.
Donna: I'd have to not eat for a month to get into that dress
Mary: Hey, don't go all anorexic on us!
kranky: Geez, Donna, if anyone goes anorexic it shouldn't be you.
I was trying to throw Donna an off-hand compliment that she didn't need to lose any weight. What it came out like was "You're the only one standing there who isn't a cow." Patty spins around and heads back into the house with the other two following her, and Donna looks back at me over her shoulder with a glare that would freeze a blitzing linebacker.
I'm not expecting any Christmas cards.
