Thighway Robbery
Leeuna Foster
July 21, 2008
There is nothing in the world more glorious than a lovely Spring day here in The Valley Beautiful. I love Spring Time. I look forward to it more with each passing year. I usually start counting down the days right after Christmas. Winter doesn´t seem that long if you do it that way.
On one such lovely day when the temperatures had finally climbed into the upper-sixties, I decided to shed my jeans, put on my bathing suit and start to work on my tan. That´s when I discovered that a horrible crime had been committed sometime during the long winter. When I looked at my reflection in the mirror I screamed like a panther.
Somebody had stolen my legs!
They had been replaced by a pair of legs that, I swear, belonged to a chicken at one time. The thighs were all lumpy like a bowl of cottage cheese and there were tiny blue and purple lines running every which way. It reminded me of a page out of a road Atlas.
I ran screaming to my hubby and he immediately began to map out our vacation on my left calf.
"These aren´t my legs" I sobbed. "I´m calling the Sheriff. Somebody broke into the house and took mine while I was asleep."
"Now, calm down," Hubby advised. "they´ll look fine once they´re tanned." (The man never gets excited! I could tell him the house is burning to the ground and he would say, "Okay, let me get my shoes on and I´ll go have a look…")
"But honey, I can´t walk around all summer with these lumpy, blue-veined, chicken legs. There´s no way that I am going outside until winter!"
I pulled on my ragged sweat pants and slunk away to the kitchen, feeling like a scolded dog.
My daughter would be back from the beach in the morning. I couldn´t wait to tell her what had happened. I knew she would be sympathetic! She knows all about legs and how important they are. The next morning I was waiting on the front porch when she drove up.
I noticed it the moment she got out of the car!
I should have known!
She was wearing a pair of Daisy Duke shorts and MY LEGS! I recognized them right away because they were tanned and shapely and there was nary a vein in sight! And not one cottage-cheesey lump could be seen anywhere…
What is wrong with our kids these days? Why do they think they can just take anything they see lying around the house without even asking?
I was all set to give her a good shaking and demand that she return my legs to me immediately…and then I noticed how happy she looked. So I just sighed and decided not to let on that I knew she´d taken them.
And after all, the children WILL inherit everything we own once Hubby and I are gone. Oh dear! I might as well let her enjoy her inheritance while she is young.
And I´ll have to admit…they do look great on her!
Like Hubby says, these legs might not be all that bad… once they get some sun.
On one such lovely day when the temperatures had finally climbed into the upper-sixties, I decided to shed my jeans, put on my bathing suit and start to work on my tan. That´s when I discovered that a horrible crime had been committed sometime during the long winter. When I looked at my reflection in the mirror I screamed like a panther.
Somebody had stolen my legs!
They had been replaced by a pair of legs that, I swear, belonged to a chicken at one time. The thighs were all lumpy like a bowl of cottage cheese and there were tiny blue and purple lines running every which way. It reminded me of a page out of a road Atlas.
I ran screaming to my hubby and he immediately began to map out our vacation on my left calf.
"These aren´t my legs" I sobbed. "I´m calling the Sheriff. Somebody broke into the house and took mine while I was asleep."
"Now, calm down," Hubby advised. "they´ll look fine once they´re tanned." (The man never gets excited! I could tell him the house is burning to the ground and he would say, "Okay, let me get my shoes on and I´ll go have a look…")
"But honey, I can´t walk around all summer with these lumpy, blue-veined, chicken legs. There´s no way that I am going outside until winter!"
I pulled on my ragged sweat pants and slunk away to the kitchen, feeling like a scolded dog.
My daughter would be back from the beach in the morning. I couldn´t wait to tell her what had happened. I knew she would be sympathetic! She knows all about legs and how important they are. The next morning I was waiting on the front porch when she drove up.
I noticed it the moment she got out of the car!
I should have known!
She was wearing a pair of Daisy Duke shorts and MY LEGS! I recognized them right away because they were tanned and shapely and there was nary a vein in sight! And not one cottage-cheesey lump could be seen anywhere…
What is wrong with our kids these days? Why do they think they can just take anything they see lying around the house without even asking?
I was all set to give her a good shaking and demand that she return my legs to me immediately…and then I noticed how happy she looked. So I just sighed and decided not to let on that I knew she´d taken them.
And after all, the children WILL inherit everything we own once Hubby and I are gone. Oh dear! I might as well let her enjoy her inheritance while she is young.
And I´ll have to admit…they do look great on her!
Like Hubby says, these legs might not be all that bad… once they get some sun.
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