Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Cleavage

It happened when Janae was about ten and that would make Glen 6-ish. Janae and I were down in our TV room sitting on a big bean bag together and watching whatever happened to be on--nothing specific or vital. Unbeknownst to either of us, Glen was quietly in the back of the room playing. As Janae and I watched the program the camera panned and stopped at an actress who was wearing a strapless gown and was quite well endowed.
Janae looked at her wide-eyed and said to me, Mother LOOK at that woman.
I did and responded to her, "Darling Daughter, that is referred to as a woman's cleavage, and in some circles dressing that way is considered quite in style and even classy.
Janae responded, "OH".

A couple of weeks later, I was watching TV on that same bean bag with Glen. Whatever we were watching finished and we continued watching as Dolly Parton's show came on. We watched it for a while and then there was a break and she came back out onto the stage wearing a strapless gown. She walked over to the front of the stage and kind of leaned forward a bit. At this time, Glen said, "Mother! Look at her luggage!!

4 comments:

  1. I think he nailed that right on the head. This made both Glen and I giggle! What a fun memory.

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  2. he he he "luggage". I love it.

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  3. Precious Sister,
    It's November and I've been thinking about how blessed I am that YOU are my sister. I'd especially like to thank you for your up-beat personality. It's always so fun to be together. Our visits are fun and filled with giggles.

    Thanks for making time for play dates with me. I know it's not easy what with temple work, book clubs, grand-kid days, DUP, etc, etc, etc. But you pay that price and I'm grateful.

    And by the way, I'd rather plan a funeral or a reunion with you than with anyone else I know.

    I appreciate your generous heart. I cherish the tender moments we've shared.

    All in all, I just LOVE being your sister. Thanks for the special moments, the hours of travel, and the years of memories.
    Hugs, Patty

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