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The Case of the Missing Snugglebunny

Rainbow of Music

I hear the rain, its soft pit-pat
It taps a tune on the window pane
A million drummers drumming to the rain

I hear the wind, it’s howl and roar
Which suddenly dies down to a whisper
Then is no more

I hear the bird who knows hundreds of tunes
And sings them to the Lord
How I wish I could sing like you!

I hear my heartbeat ringing in my ears
Do you ever listen to your heartbeat?
Always continually changing

I hear the sunset and the sunrise
My mind makes the music
From what I see with my eyes

I hear music every hour of every day
I hear symphonies and orchestras and choirs and plays
Today in my mind I wrote jazz with Slide Hampton
Tomorrow I’ll write a symphony with Holst’s Planets

A cacophony of music
Sometimes faint, often loud
Always present despite what else is around

Look around…
What do you see?
Do you see music?
Who can hear what I hear?

Get in the groove and move to the beat
Forget what others think and go ahead…
Move your feet!

If you know of what I speak
And you’ve heard it all along
Let it out – it’s in you – it’s your song

Don’t be ashamed of the way God made your mind
He knew what He was doing when He put the music inside
Dance to it and let it carry you through the day
Others don’t hear your music, so share it with them through your smile

TGG 4.07.07

Cleaning My Room

If there is anything I hate, it’s cleaning my bedroom.
I’d prefer homework or yard work or dishwashing or chores –
It’s all better than the bedroom-cleaning bores.

A few papers here and a few papers there.
Soon it becomes a few papers EVERYWHERE!

Shoes and clothes and bags of stuff.
Hey! Has anyone seen my floor?
I lost it again!

Where are my keys?
Under pile A, B, C, or Z?
Maybe I stuck them in the freezer?

If I put my stuff away I might never find it again.
Then again, if I died in here,
No one will know until after the demolition.

I’d like to have a clean room too –
One that’s pretty and bright
And not so darn tight.

Mom says she needs a backhoe.
I say I need a move-o out-o.
I’m probably not that far away from being kicked out anyway-o.

Getting this mess clean is not as easy is it might seem.
Maybe someday I’ll get it straightened up…
Take a picture! It only lasts for 15 minutes.

And that’s how we sing it – the Bedroom-Cleaning Blues…

TGG 4.07.07

I'm Not Focusing On You

My brain will not focus
That much is true
And I’ll tell you most surely
That I’m not focusing on you…

You’re talking to me
But I’m deaf
You’re using your body lingo
But I’m blind
You’re telling me a joke
But it flies over my head
You’re telling me you’re sad
But I’m thinking you’re happy instead

To see one and never all
To see all and never one

What’s in the middle?
The sign reads “You shall not pass”
Maybe I’ll never know.
It’s a place where others can freely go
But like ethnic discrimination,
I don’t fit into the “whites only” category.

So many in all, a kaleidoscope of wonder.
But take away just one piece and the art is not the same.
It must now be called by a different name.

I understand 50 percent of what’s said
Tell me again very slowly and stand still
I might get 25 percent more through my head
So long as I’m allowed to move and squirm as I will

“Focus, Focus, Focus” is the chant that rings between my ears
How long will this last?
How many years?

It is not that I’m not trying
Not that I don’t care
I just don’t know how to rein it all in
So everything makes sense –

The all in the one and the one in the all

TGG 3.04.07

House of God

Tread softly when entering the house of God.
Open your ears to hear what the Almighty would say.
Mindless praise is evil before God - come into His House full-heartedly.
Fear the Lord in heart and soul and lean not on your own understanding. Worship Him in Spirit and Truth and commit your mind to Him.
Rash promises are evil - keep all promises made before God.
If you promise anything, be sure to quickly make it good.
No promise is better than making excuses later for why it was not done.

Fear the Lord in heart and soul and lean not on your own understanding. Worship Him in Spirit and Truth and commit your mind to Him.
God is in heaven and we are on earth - His ways exceed our understanding.
A fool speaks many words but wisdom is not in his heart.
Therefore let our words be few before the Holy One, our Fearful God.
Fear the Lord in heart and soul and lean not on your own understanding. Worship Him in Spirit and Truth and commit your mind to Him.

TGG 2.26.07

Freedom To Serve (song)

The shackles are loosed
The prisoner set free
Oh how glorious, Oh how wonderful
Is the freedom to serve Thee

To lay down my life
To lay down my all
To give to my Lord
My word and my will
(Take me and use me –
This heart may you fill!)

Lord Jesus it is Thee
Who makes sacrifice possible
You make the sinful righteous
And you make the feeble able

Take me and use me
As You see it best
These hands and this heart may You
Put to the test

Oh to lay it down…
All my life,
All my days,
All my words,
All my ways…

No task beneath me, Lord
None too humble
The King of Glory washed
The feet of His disciples

Help me to know every minute, every hour
How is it that I should serve Thee?
How is it that I should love Thee?
Let me ask You all the day to hear what You might say!
Then enable me to listen and to do what You command
With a quiet heart and humble, eager hands

Make me a follower of meekness and truth
Make me see others in a positive view
To remember that they are but dust
As am I
To remember that they are made in Your image
Your clay

Set in my heart a fire for Your Word
Plant on my tongue words of grace
Abolish all fear of man from my soul
Establish a righteous reverence of Your Name

Make Yourself known through my actions and my deeds
To those who do not believe, let them see You alone in me
Guard Your servant's paths, make them straight and secure
I depend on You, Holy One, for without You I cannot endure

TGG 10.18.06

Jesus Help Me Now (sunt to tune of Jesus Paid It All)

My trials, they are so small
Compared to those great saints'
But how I feel now that they are
Ten thousand iron-forged weights.

I am weary, Lord you see
These tears which stain my cheek.
Let your healing waters flow
Be the only Love I seek.

Jesus help me now.
Be my source of strength.
I am weak but you are strong.
Uphold my feeble faith.

When dangerous thoughts crowd my mind
Coming to steal my peace and joy
Lord defend me oh I cry
Help me see truly through Your eyes.

When temptations are so strong
Testing me from deep within
Remind me of Christ's victory song
That has conquered all my sin.

Jesus help me now.
Be my source of strength.
I am weak but you are strong.
Uphold my feeble faith.

It's for wisdom that I ask
Oh Lord, be pleased to grant
Show me where I greatly lack
Be the lamp to light my path.

Father, tune my heart to love.
Give flesh in place of stone.
Set my sights to things above.
Let me in faith sit by Your throne.

Jesus help me now.
Be my source of strength.
I am weak but You are strong
Uphold my feeble faith.

TGG 1.03.07

Flying Away

I thought I would buy a kite today…
So that it would carry me away…
That it might lift me up in the air,
And take me to Indiana;
Free air fare!!

A little kite,
A dollar or two,
And of course I’d bring with me
Some extra string and Elmer’s glue.

But when I got to the store,
In my pockets I could find
Only a penny and a nickel,
And a couple of dimes.

So it seems I won’t
Be arriving today;
I’ll put my change in my jar
And continue to pray.

I’ll pray for northeastern wind
And I’ll pray for a kite.
But certainly I’ll also pray
For a safe flight.

I would have landed on the roof
As a special mother’s day gift.
But my dream, it just sort of went poof,
And so we’re still stuck with this rift.

Happily, however, I can imagine my kite…
With a 10 point touch-down landing in your yard.
It would be bright happy colors, with a chickadee,
And I’d attach a new pack of cards to bring you some glee.

For now I must be content,
Though I miss you so very much.
Sometimes I feel I could lament,
But instead I’ll be glad we can keep in touch.

TGG 5.13.06

Prayer For Grampy

Come be his grace
When his futile grace ends.
Come be his all-surpassing peace
When his peace is shattered again.

Be his strong tower,
The refuge he seeks.
Be his courage, Lord,
And bring him relief.

Come quickly Lord!
We need your strength and grace.
Come quickly Lord!
Show us your face in this place.

“Your mercies are new every morning” says your Word.
And Your Word is the lamp that illuminates Your face.
Guide us by Your Spirit to the river of mercy and grace
Which flows by green pastures and mountains with peace.
We will drink freely, without charge, of the love you bestow.
And as we lift You up, with Your Spirit our hearts overflow.

Come now O Lord,
Sole giver of Life.
Revive and heal
Our hearts, our lives.

We wait on You
With baited breath.
We trust You
Through the faith You give.
We worship you;
You give and take away.
We praise you, Lord;
The One who saves!

TGG 5.10.06

PIPE DREAM?

While a traveling OTA sounds pretty OK,
God knows I'd rather be back in Indiana PA.
If I find a job there, and I hope that's my fate,
I'll be back as soon as I graduate!
But for now I'm alone, stuck in Winterville NC,
Where it's winter all year long, just as cold as can be.
But with Grannie and Grampy it's warm, the sun's shining.
And oh, how this little heart just keeps right on pining.
Sometimes I wonder if I did the right thing.
Am I supposed to be here, or was it some pipe dream?
All my friends are getting married, and there’s no one here for me.
Oh help me, Lord, help me, see this situation clearly.
Tired and worn out, not sure where the anvil will land next.
Feathers Feathers Feathers, please cover me in Your nest.
Often this chickadee chirps an awful little note
Before she ever stopped to think and put her foot down her throat,
The anvil’s cord is being frayed bit by bit so that it might tare
Till gravity wins and it seems the chickadee will have quite a scare.
But she should remember the Feathers that cover her head,
That protect her when she’s awake, at work, and even asleep in bed.
Bickering and shouting and coarse joking all the time.
Is there ever a place where one can find peace of mind?
Maybe someday I’ll have a nice way to end these lines in rhyme;
A happy ending, a prince charming story…but for now I’m biding my time.
People say you can look back on the past with 20/20 vision.
At this time, to be honest, I’m just trying to avoid a collision.

TGG 3.15.06

The Call of a Mother...

The call of a mother is to suffer.
This is noteworthy and true.
But oh, I’ve seen the evidence of grace
Working through this truth in you.

Mama, you have looked on as I’ve stumbled and fallen.
You felt the pain when I scraped my knee.
And maybe I’ll never know how your heart was wrenched
When you have felt helpless, watching me bleed.

All the times I spurned wise advice,
I can’t imagine the tears you cried.
The times I’ve had to learn a lesson twice,
I know you were asking Daddy to guide.

When life has been hard for me in one way or another,
You’ve been right there,
Walking through it with me,
Closer than a brother.

That is what it means to be a mother.

By grace, you excel at this most stretching task.
I praise you for your humility and strength.
Every day I know for grace and wisdom you ask.
Your godly dependency is an example of faith.

How patiently you have borne with me,
Though at times I’ve kicked and screamed.
Thank you for responding with restraint and wisdom to my sin,
Thank you for never giving up or giving in.

Now I’m learning something new;
From the hand of God come blessing and calamity too.
But in the end, all are stones used to chip the dross from our hearts,
In eternity we will see how we’ve been polished
To reflect the glory of God.

We will continue to walk through life together.
As mother and daughter, we will both grow
To know our Savior,
The Holy One, the Righteous Judge, our Friend,
Also as our Father, our Daddy, whom we long to meet in the end.

May our joy be complete when our suffering is through,
When the eyes of eternity become ours.
We will see the golden streets and the heavenly gates
And we will walk through the doors of His holy place!

You will probably get to go Home before me,
So when I get there, I hope you are waiting gleefully.
Then you will be my guide,
Leading me by the hand to the River of Life.

Once again you will show me what you have already learned.
And together we will share our Father’s bounty,
Which by Christ’s blood has been for us earned.

Only Father could turn suffering into joy—
That is not a human design.
We can rejoice now in the joy that will be ours,
Knowing by faith that this suffering will make us shine.

So thank you for your love and for your daily sacrifice.
Thank you for your tears, your prayers, your commitment,
For sharing your life.

I hope that when I’m a mother,
If the Lord would have that be,
That I’m nearly half the mother,
You have been to me.

TGG 7.21.05

What A Chap!

My Grampy is a kind ol’ chap.
He certainly knows how to pull a handsome cap!
A kinder, sweeter man you’ll never find.
(Trust me...I’ve looked them over five-at-a-time.)

I miss this ol’ chap so much when we’re apart.
Maybe it’s enough to break this little heart.
I miss the way his eyes twinkle when he smiles
And the way our hearts bond when we sit and chat for a while.

But there are so many more reasons to be proud of this man.
He’s teaching young men to wait and to plan.
He loves his wife more than himself and it shows.
He’s stayed with her for many years and will continue to love her so.
His heart goes out to those who have needs.
Most of all, he loves the Lord and follows His lead.
Grampy’s learning; I can tell.
He’s investing his life well,
Engaging in relationships that will last
When tested in the Refiner’s fire as the end days pass.

I have a picture of him hanging up in my room.
But, unlike the real thing...uh...his picture doesn’t move.
His picture can’t give hugs or receive them either.
And of course his picture always loses when at Canasta I get too eager.
Hopefully someday I’ll get to see Grampy again.
Until then I know he’s still one of my biggest fans.

I love my Grampy oh so very much.
I don’t know how to thank him for his love and his trust.
But I’m learning that a gift given in grace should not be “repayed.”
I’ll just be grateful and press on, giving God the praise.

TGG 7.04.05

Lilac Bushes and Chickadees

Mama and Pappy,
I don’t know if this expresses more clearly the idea that I love you. I know that you love me, and hopefully you’ll know that I love you by my observance of the ways you have loved me. These are the memories I have stored in my mind and heart that I treasure. They will stay with me for the rest of my life, and I pray that these memories will guide me when (Lord willing) I become a parent or a mentor to a young woman.

Lilac bushes and chickadees,
Card games and sweet movies,
Fresh-baked bread and flying Frisbees.

Football games with our personal cheerleader,
Patriot shirts causing riots in church,
Harry I and Harry two,
Ono putting in a few.

Folding chairs and sunburns,
Ants carrying burdens...sunblock,
Bundles of conviction in grace-wrapped packages,
Burnt and crunchy pizza flavored with love.

A corner of safety,
A couch of comfort,
A place for my heart to call home,
Bear hugs and snuggles for Snooksies.

Ironed pajamas and fresh clean laundry,
Distressed phone calls ending in sighs of relief,
A car door opened by a man of chivalry,
A backpack lifted from my shoulders when weary
(And when not...).

E-cards that make me laugh,
Blue eyes that speak what words cannot express,
Acceptance without reserve or rejection
That wonderful security of love and protection.

Wisdom and discernment in things both great and small,
Unashamed reverence for the Word of God in all,
A desire to see the Lord’s will fulfilled each day,
Faith and trust in God that reaches beyond the world’s understanding.

TGG 4.11.05

Moving On and Moving Up

I would simply like to thank you for all that you have done.
My goodness...in four years, how far we have come.
God has been with us during the whole trip,
Leading us and guiding us and catching us when we slipped.

We have had some tough times, individually and shared.
Sometimes we have had tears and felt twinges of despair.
But we have pointed to God’s truths and been uplifted and encouraged.
Father has been faithful to us during this faith-building period.

You’ve been so kind to me, to adopt me into your family.
I have really been outdone by your sincere generosity.
You have loved me from the beginning, through both the thick and thin.
How could I thank you? Where should I begin?

Now we’re moving on and moving up
With great expectations and continuous prayers of hope.
We’re praying for jobs and making college decisions,
But unlike four years ago, we now trust more in His provision.

Sometimes I’m still afraid;
I don’t know how I’ll make it on my own.
So your job is to remind me that God won’t let me go alone.

When I’m 40, 50, and 60, you’ll still have a place in my heart;
A special place deep down that says “Thank you for what you impart.”
To your work here on earth, an end you will not see
Until the Master comes to lovingly take thee.

And when the day comes that we are separated for a second,
I’ll sing and dance to God with predominant joy
As I think of your relief from sin and sickness
And long for my own homecoming quickness.

Yes, it’s been an interesting road we have traveled so far.
I am grateful for every mile and every healing scar.
You have been such blessings to my life by your example.
I thank God and I thank you for your love abundant and ample.

TGG 1.23.05

Grannie's Groan

My Chickadee's done flown the coop,
I've cried sooo hard,
Sounds like I have the croup!
But no surprise when her nest is bare,
That a Grannie's heart would be in despair!

But she'll smile again, even with a tear
As she reflects on her day of warmth and joy,
The smiles, the hugs, even the somber chat...
The crispy pizza and bread that thankfully didn't splat!
Oh happy day to live and love,

Truly, to me, a gift from Above;
So I'll place her now in our Father's care
And love her from afar, bathed in prayer.

My heart is full, my Snooks...all because of you! May he bless your night, give you grace and understanding as you study, and grant us more such joyful times.

With loving thanks,
Grandma

TGG's Grandma 1.05.05

Our Strong Tower

Our Father is looking,
His heart is moved;
But because He is omniscient,
He sometimes withholds.

He's no less tender,
His unseen wings surround;
He's just sometimes silent,
While His purposes unfold.

But fear not, tender child,
His strong arm prevails;
That strong arm that holds you
Is that which bore the nails.

He bore the sin of the world,
Loving us from the cross;
That same love grips you tonight,
As you feel the pain of loss.

He doesn't slumber and He doesn't sleep,
His heart intent on your good;
His thoughts are many about you,
Holy because of His blood.

So, rest in His bosom,
Lean your head upon His beating heart;
He's promised He'll never leave you,
He's vowed He'll not depart.

So turn your eyes upon Jesus,
Look full in His wonderful face;
And the pain of today
and fears of tomorrow,
Grow dim as you melt in His grace!

TGG's Grandma 1.05.05

The Case of the Missing Snugglebunny

I once had a Snugglebunny...a dear...I hugged her so tight...
They kidnapped her...she's gone, and it's oh such a fright!
I knew that I shouldn't let her go on that trip...
I never should have let her out of my grip!

I was told she'd be going where the Sun would be shining
She'd be able to frolic and run in bare feet;
But alas, they lied, and I'm left here just pining...
And Snugglebunny's sliding around in the snow and the sleet.

Some bunnies you know get to go to the Hop,
But this poor one gets to shop till you drop!
They've taken her, they've hidden her, she's lost in the Mall
Stuck somewhere between racks of misses petite and too tall!

And then for a venture they'll drive her away
To see where God brought her that wonderful day;
But that was her first birth and now it's a new one...
The first lived for self...this for God and His Son!

But one day soon, Father will bring her again
We'll hug and laugh and talk till who knows when?
Fellowship restored will be all the more sweeter,
Like the Bluebird of Happiness, we'll sing and we'll tweeter.

We'll look to our Father who indeed is a good Giver,
He can make us happy from our toes to our liver;
We'll thank Him and praise Him and with Heaven as our goal,
We'll await our orders with yielded souls.

TGG's Grandma 12.27.04

The Great Search

I looked on the internet
To find Grandma a poem.
But I just wasn’t satisfied
With the shallowness they showed.

I wanted a poem with a deeper meaning.
I wanted a poem about God’s blessing.
But nothing was right....
It just would not do.

So I’m writing this poem
To let you know
That I’m not satisfied with the “status quo”.

Others’ poems talk about life
Followed by death.
But my Grandma cannot die!
She is immortal.

Others’ poems say “goodbye.”
I will not say “goodbye,”
But only “hello!”
There is no goodbye...
Only a “see ya’ later!”

Others’ poems say “I love you, Grandma,”
But I want to say “I love you” in my own way.
“I love you” doesn’t cut it for me.
It is inadequacy!

No...that one won’t work either.
Words words words,
Ick ick ick.

Well, I guess this just proves
That I have the greatest Grandma of all!
The greatest poets in the country
Fail to write a poem worthy of my Grandma.

TGG 12.09.03

Do You Think?

Today a heard a theory about “truth”.
It suggested that there was more than one truth.
After all, Truth is RELATIVE.

Mens’ thoughts balanced out,
Creating a void of opinion,
With no mode of exploration.

Everything is a middle-ground.
No high ground, no low ground.

What happens when it floods?
Do all drown?

What happens when lightning strikes?
Are all struck?

Men cannot think.
OBVIOUSLY, God did not intend for us to think,
But to go about our daily lives,
Never searching,
Only fading into oblivion when our time is done.

Oblivion?
Oblivion.
I might as well accept it as fact.
No need to question or think.
I don’t need to know if Heaven and Hell exist.
I’ll deal with it when Oblivion comes.
I don’t “think” it will be too late.

Think?
Think.
Nah.
Thinking is painful.
I only have so much time here,
No need spending it in pain.
Pain will come soon enough.
It is inevitable.

Inevitable?
Inevitable.

Eternity?
Eternity.

Inevitable Oblivion, Eternity, Heaven, Hell, TRUTH?
Inevitable Truth.

Where are you going?

TGG 12.09.03

Our Dance

My Sweetest and Dearest Grannie,
Come join me in my crannies!
We’ll laugh and play and sing a lot...
Then sit down for a serious talk.

We’ll have our moments with tears and sadness
But Joy will come and give us great gladness.
We can sing His praises for hours on end
And then when we’re finished, we’ll just start again.

We can dance in the crannies where the bright Light shines through
Then pick up our buckets and cleanser and go to
Where the Light has been dimmed by our sin and our nature
He will help us come clean with His stringent, tender blood cleanser.

When He fills our hearts with such lovely delight
We will practice our praise both through day and through night
He delights in the praise of His saints at all times,
Requiring that we serve Him—that was His design.

We will walk through the valleys void of fear and alarm
Knowing that He will lead us safely on.
What can man do to the children of God?
He who loves them will carry them safe and strong.

On the mountain peaks we will sing, “Great is our God!”
We will fall to our knees and give glory to the Lord.
Why did He choose for us those trials in the valley?
So that our reflections might mirror His in eternity!

TGG 11.28.03

Only RAD

My poetry, how faint, how sad
It roams and searches for rhyming schemes like mad
And though it finds a few that really aren’t so bad,
They rarely make sense and only simply sound rad.

TGG 11.4.03

Eternal Wings

Grandmothers have wings,
Yes, I’ve known it all along.
And my Grandmother’s wings
Always hold me safe and strong.
And when the wind blows
and as the trees sway,
My Grandmother is there
Every step of the way.
When the night is dark
and I’m lost and alone,
I can call for Grandma
who will direct me back Home.
She knows my Father,
Our ever-faithful Friend.
She reminds me of His mercies
That will never end.
And then she points me to His throne
To see His face shining down on me
Where I know I am accepted and never alone,
For God’s child forever I will be!
And Oh the blessings He has given us;
One to another to share in His tenderness
That we might learn each day to trust
All the more in his eternal promises.
To the shelter of His wings
we flit, we float, we flock, we fly,
Wanting only to be held safe and warm
In the wings of our Savior, our Lord on High.

TGG 10.13.03

Tale of the Chickadee

There was this little Chickadee
Who happened on life’s way;
She nose-dived in and landed,
Didn’t know she was here to stay.

I was totally unsuspecting
Of what one of her hugs would do;
She said her name was Bosse (y)
But she certainly didn’t moo!

She chirped and sang and laughed a lot,
And poof...there went my heart;
And then quickly left this gaping hole
Whenever we were apart.

My heart, enriched, now wonders,
What was my life before
This captivating Chickadee
Perched herself on my heart’s door?

Life will never be quite the same,
Nor would I want it so;
She brightens the seasons of my life,
From warm sunshine to the snow.

I thank you, God, for this Your gift, so generously given
A reflection of Your kindness to those that you have chosen;
May we be as iron sharpening iron, for each a refuge in the storm
Until that awesome, glorious day You lead us safely Home.

TGG's Grandma 10.06.03

For Grandma

Her expression is gentle and kind, yet quite knowing.
She has learned many lessons where I’m still growing.
Her life is a book of pages I love to read,
For turning a new leaf leads to what’s often unseen.
And in the unseen she sees so much more—
By God’s grace she understands what is truly in store.

To be cuddled in Grandma’s arms is this Grandchild’s desire—
To be loved by one whom she deeply admires—
Her true Grandmother, chosen not by blood or by law,
But by Christ and His perfect design, without flaw.
A Grandma this girl has never had so near,
And never, ever, one nearly so dear.

TGG 6.30.03

Void

A clean slate,
A blank space,
The dream of creative powers uninhibited.
A canvas,
A void,
The beginning of a masterpiece.
Untouched, undefiled,
Pure,
Eager for the artist’s touch.
A crisp paper,
A world of imagination,
Jump in and make it real.

TGG Date Unknown

Cat in a dryer...

Thump
Bump
“Meow!”
Clump.
Bang
Bash
Clink
Clash.
“Rrrrroooowww.”
Rug
Thug
Frug
Nug
“Ooowwww. ..”
Whiz
Whir
Flip
“Purrrrr....”
Dink
Tink
“Woem.” (which is “meow” backwards)
Kink
Putter
Splut
Stutter
Glut
“sssss.”

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Hair Do

Women discussing a hair do:
Friend: “Oh, Harriet! That style is so complimentary to your features! It makes you look thinner. I definitely like your hair shorter...”
Harriet: “Well, thanks. But I thought it made my butt look bigger....”
Friend: “How could your butt look big? Mine is soooo much bigger and flabbier...”
Harriet: “But you certainly do hide it well.”
Friend: “Oh, thanks...
Harriet: “Now what do you think about the color?...Does it accentuate my short neck?”
Friend: “No, not at all...and the color is just right. Nothing fits you better than strawberry blonde with a light frost.”
Harriet: “Maybe I will have to buy a new outfit to match the hair!...”
Friend: “Most certainly! And do show off the ...."
(The conversation continues.........................)

Men discussing the same:
“Haircut?”
“Yup."

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