Margaret and Helen
I was bored so I updated my blogroll with a couple of blogs that caught my attention. I have to say that I love Margaret and Helen. They are a couple of old ladies that have been best friends for 60 years. And they got a lot to to say about a lot of things. They don’t like Sarah Palin or George Bush or Anne Coulter. I completely understand. I do wish that they didn’t discriminate against the big-footed. They love to pick on Anne Coulter by mocking her emu-sized flippers. Those of you that know me personally know how much pride I take in my own personal, gigantic man-feet.
Yes, you heard me! I got size 11 feet. I can wear a men’s size nine, maybe squeeze into a wide size eight if I haven’t eaten in several days, which is never going to happen. Before I had children they were size ten. Having kids made them get even bigger. I can go swimming without any flippers and go skiing without any skis. I love being me, big feet and all. I could not possibly put down another human being merely for the size of their feet. Make fun of her for writing terrible books, run her down for being a deranged lunatic. But don’t pick on her for having clown feet.
Big feet are awesome. They are the greatest things in life. Any guy who would refuse to date me based on my big feet would surely be an intolerable knob. It narrows down the dating field considerably.
Other than the big-feet hating, I really do love Margeret and Helen. They are hilarious and witty.
