One of the things Bill Cosby said about getting old was, "You know you're getting old when you bend over to dry your feet and water pours out of your belly button."
I remember it, because I could see it.
Now, I can see the top of it.
Well, the part that could be pierced...
I wonder if God knew the pain he told Eve she was going to have
would be passed down endless lines of women to end up with me
wondering whether I want to go through piercing my bellybutton
and having it ripped out because my monkey children would think it fun
to use my belly as a stepping stone.
It sounds like I'm complaining... I'm really not.
I have paid my dues and am proud of my accomplishments.
All of them...from carrying to term 2 beautiful children
and gaining back my body I had when
I was dating my husband. Just think a shorter Gabrielle Reese...
without the face... and the 10 foot spike...
Anyways...to each their own.
Onward and forward... with the search of the fountain of youth...
If anyone wants to know... it is here in my house.
