Ann* has drawn my attention to one of the joys of aging...
Smoosh arms.
You know what I'm talking about...
They are the reason little old lady hugs feel so good...
The headiness of the enveloping warmth...
The delightful smooshiness of it all.
Ann and I are at the age when smoosh arms develop.
Apparently it happens overnight.
And entirely without notice...
Until someone gives you that first smoosh.
It happened to me last week at the doctors office...
When the nurse checked my pulse rate and blood pressure, she remarked on how soft my skin was...
SMOOSH.
Look out Pillsbury Doughboy.
* My big sis. =)
Oh brother... it's true.
ReplyDeleteAnd all this time I thought they gave it to me at the hospital -last year- when I was suppose to get pain medication ;o))))
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