Oh, ankles. You were my body’s crowning joy. The one part I didn’t have to worry about…. the one part that stayed shapely despite all those Snickers Sonic Blasts.
We’ve shared many memories together….
like our time cooling off in waters, fresh & salty alike…
or when you made your stylish debut with highwater pants.
Everyone I applauded your confident strut amongst fellow ankle-covering compatriots.
But as I see your end drawing near, let me write a last heartfelt epitaph for you.
Oh! Let me count the ways I’ll miss you, my dear beloved ankle.
But first, I’ve got to run and tankle.
Oh, my dear, I know exactly what you mean. Although I think we’re all a little disappointed that you didn’t post a pic of your new chubby appendages.
Girl, they wouldn’t fit in the frame. I’ll try for a landscape portrait soon.
Don’t worry! They’ll be back! They’re just a little “stressed out” right now…My ankles got HUGE at the end of my first pregnancy…my feet couldn’t even fit in my shoes (Yes, barefoot & pregnant)But all returned to normal…well, at least as far as my ankles are concerned…
Ha – Oh, Susan! You’re always so positive. I’m learning to enjoy my cankles.
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