So no, this is not an apocalyptic email. Instead, this is about the Hamby women elbows.
Some people nickname "special" body parts. Not us. Lauren and I have nicknamed my elbow points death, her elbow points doom, and Rachel's elbow points destruction.
I could probably use my super sharp and pointy elbow as an ice pick (except that I hate to be cold). As a kid, I used the tip of my chin and my elbow to bore pain into my brother (typically when he tried to fart on my face). Now I threaten the elbow when David is up to something.
These are the quality thoughts I have. No nicknames for private parts (aren't you lucky)- only for weapon-like elbows.
I did want to unleash the elbows on a family at swim lessons tonight. The 3 or 4 year old little girl was dressed in a barely-there bikini. Now I think toddlers in two-pieces are cute when the two-piece is not hoochie. But it was like some sort of stripper audition outfit (no pole at Miller's though).
Anyways, the tot, her dad, and g'ma were sharing *special* conversations. At one point g'ma says, "When you get out the water make sure your boobies are still in your suit." Say what? Boobies? On a three year old? NO! So wrong.
And that is just a highlight of the wonderful conversation. Death was twitching to give an accidental poke but I held back.
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People are effing stupid. that's all there is to it.
I think I omitted the part where the g'ma told the tyke that they needed to "go on a diet together."
Great, perpetuating dysmorphia.
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