Scratch that. Scratch what? My big booty?
Nah, the shopping days. I just peeked, 2026 IS a leap year, so, you are officially afforded an additional day, don't waste it, hop to it Ha.
Is this blog gonna be Queen's Fat Bottomed Girls? No, but I really like that song, and virtually everything they did.... Like much in life - I'm late to the party (ah, don't get things right away)... I divested so much in the Beatles I was thirty something before I learned to cherish Jumpin' Jack Flash and the like... Same thing with Fleetwood Mac and not really hearing Pink Floyd... and I wasn't early to the John Prine fan club - so so wish I woulda been, I love his stuff.
Victor, you're rambling. (Ramblin' Man, the Allman Brothers, 1973).....
Ahm, thanks, but, get to it wouldya? BIG BOOTIES? Are you talking about your own? Or, like, that one cartoon where that one rather wide old lady stands up and her poor chihuahua is stuck in her butt crack?
Well........ big booties are about cushions. Cushions in life are about comfort. You mean like those things people hand carry to sporting events to sit on? Or, like, the lifejacket cushions, or, the ones you put on the patio chairs so ya don't get rattan butt marks, plastic webbing hiney wrinkles, wicker cheeks? Well, kinda.
I was kinda more looking to say - people in life that are our cushions. You know 'em, you seen 'em, you probably just gathered with 'em..... heck, you might even, every night - offer up "night night", a smooch, followed by REM position. (Calm down, that's not anything R rated, it's Rapid Eye Movements for like when ya sleep.
People, some, in some cases, many - are like cushions. They help make the blows of life bearable They can always be counted on. They are special.
Close your eyes. HEY, wait. Before ya do.... take a moment to think of who are the cushions in your life......... ok, then... close your eyes and think about the how and why they are. How lost we would be without 'em, how thankful we are due to them.
If life were a play, and, it kinda sorta is.... some cushions wouldn't be in every act... sporadic, but, highly important bit parts... that one cashier at The Piggly.... your favorite helpful smile in the aisle at Hy Vee....they lady who always checks ya in at the golf course... Adam's Muffler. HUH? WHO? Yeah, Adams, my, and half the town of Liberty's mechanic, Good people, charge a fair price, won't do anything that doesn't need doing, and, they fix the problem. A wonderful cushion to have.
Friends........ cushions for life. Be it school, work, neighbor, fellow churchgoer, and maybe even someone you bellied up the bar next to, that is, those of you/us that might go to a bar,
PEOPLE THAT MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER? Ya mean like Doctors Victor? Sure, could be. Could even be Dave, from the Community Center in the sauna... he's always happy, asks how things are, then, LISTENS... intently. Great guy, a cushion.
Siblings, parents, cousins, children, grands, nieces, nephews, SPECIAL. A cushion for life.
I ain't for sure, but I would guess, when in the presence of one'a the cushions in your, my life - our BP is regulated to a Goldilocks level. Just right.
EVEN A TERM POLICY? Well, yes, I spose so. And a plumber, mailman, the Prime driver, that Uber guy, the lady at the counter at the Community Center...
Cushions help us through tears, fears, boo boo's, depression, maybe even when we are needing a lesson. Cushions can steer us right.
Hound pooches and kitties? Absolutely! One group that's kinda specific to me, and a lotta good buddies - fraternity brothers. United, forever, we got each other's back.
I'm not real sure how to end this. Victor? Huh? Booties are ends. Yes, true, and big'ns have great padding, cushion. Which reminds me, I've already had a light breakfast, but, I've got some bananas that are going bad soon, gonna have some cereal, slice me up so nana's so I can work on my own fat booty a little more. DANGER DANGER WILL.... ER, I MEAN VIC SCHULTZE... you're gonna push the limit your spiffy mobility scooter can carry. Bite me.
We don't always steadfastly agree with our cushions in each and every instance in life... most certainly ease our pain though.
And sure, fat bottomed girls make the rockin' world go round. Get on your horse and ride. (With saddle for good cushion).
Love, Victurd
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