Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for September 08, 2010

I hate love handles.

http://obituarytypo.blogspot.com/2010/09/conjoined.html

I know a girl who has two conjoined toes on each foot. It’s kind of cool.

I’ve seen that body somewhere…… Hmmm, oh, yeah, in my mirror.

Cool. I’m not the only “Spirit” fan left in the world.

from the posts… seems as if MsB has hit the picture of the “average” frog applause reader on the nose… drop a few pounds and it could even be me…… soon to be the anniversary of my first “bald-guys” head shave…..

mmm… I prefer Will Eisner’s “The Spirit”… although that’s a soothing little song, Radish.

And Teresa - I love the sacrifices you make for your art. How hard was it to wash off all that gold paint?

I’d go to the gym 4 times a week, but I’m embarrassed

EVERYbody has love handles; some you can get a better grip on than others

There’s someone else who I hope is not on the FA Sunday invitation list besides this Johnny Biggun character.

My advice: let your guard down while standing uphill, and hope the part of Nature that takes its course is Gravity…

You have Charmin love handles? All the better for getting her to let her guard down, you say? Well! My, my!

My daughter calls them “DunLaps Globules”…

Are Teresa’s hairbrush treatments by invitation only? If so, I’m hoping for a good spanking with some comforting afterward. And the afterward comforting part better not be a hug from Vlad!

D@rn it, jtp, I had to sign out of my fake identity and then sign into my fakier identity to view that, and then sign out of my fakier identity and back into my fake identity for here. Hard work. Interesting reading, though…

Teresa, I also hold out my hand to you in friendship - please don’t slap it away. (No no no, I’m not The Insane One!)

My favorite remark from his ramblings is, “I hope you’re not a vegetarian.”

The black dog was well worth watching.

Peggy & Thelma performing the sacred garter dance.

Love handles, jelly rolls or muffin tops; your choice. collect all three.

Let’s not forget my favorite, the beer belly.

As it happens, my dear and lovely Wifey Bits has been deleting my invitations to the Sunday Blog. She assumed they were spam. I believe I’ve accomplished the required Herculean tasks, however, and glimpsed the promised land.

Okay, not so much the promised land, but maybe the next-door-empty-lot-of-possibility.

I got fishnets to mend.