In 91 days, Woney and I are leaving for Ireland. Actually, we are leaving for New York first, then two days after that we are leaving for Ireland. When things are on an even keel, it is pretty much all I talk about anymore.
So I was on the elevator, talking about Ireland with a co-worker, when one of the maintenance guys riding the elevator with us asked, “Are you of Irish descent?”
I said, “Of course. Can you see my freckles? That is the Irish part. The giant calves I have, that is the German part. So I’m both.”
Here’s where my story takes a tragic turn. The maintenance guy twinkled at me and said in his best flirty voice, utterly proud of himself, “There is nothing wrong with a sturdy woman.”
Sturdy. Woman.
Sturdy.
I don’t even want to talk anymore.
The end.
Love, Jimmie 
Apr 09, 2013 @ 07:04:00
You know, if he would have said that with an Irish accent, you may have swooned. Think about it. 😉
Apr 09, 2013 @ 09:25:48
You are probably very right. It would have made all the difference.
Apr 09, 2013 @ 12:14:49
“my greatest failure is my inability to see that God’s beauty stands far above the beauty of the world- and the difference between the two is visually significant.” -Regina Franklin from Who Calls Me Beautiful? Good read! You are perfect just the way you are!