tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690474155267494568.post4121035228578690594..comments2023-07-22T06:26:32.806-05:00Comments on My Sista's Voice: Grantee PanteesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12763569920764908464noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690474155267494568.post-51167285458008142802011-02-21T13:09:21.380-06:002011-02-21T13:09:21.380-06:00Hey V, thanks for dropping by. Girl, I now have r...Hey V, thanks for dropping by. Girl, I now have rolls, I can't believe it. When I say I was a bone up until I was 41, I kid you not. Everytime I saw old classmates or teachers, all I heard was, you still look like you did in high school. Not anymore. A girlfriend's mom saw me the same day I bought my "grannies" and she couldn't get over my new hips; said I finally grew up. LOL Oh, well, I know I don't wanna be Barbie thin anymore, but good grief, I've got to do something about all these hips.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12763569920764908464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690474155267494568.post-43220853399616212662011-02-21T11:31:26.526-06:002011-02-21T11:31:26.526-06:00This is hilarious! I had a similar experience. I...This is hilarious! I had a similar experience. I got out of the shower and in between the drying off and the getting dressed I saw that the dog had knocked my book off the night stand. I squatted down to retrieve it. There was a mirror parked on the floor waiting for my husband to put hang it up. Well, in mid squat I saw some strange person fat person's behind in the mirror. I truly thought someone else was in the room. Horrifying!!!! No more mirror squats for me.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18421928919601722343noreply@blogger.com