Even during the exhausting commitment of Snappy September (yes dear readers, 'Soldier On' is my middle name: never let it be said I don't do the least I can possibly do), there's no reason why one of my photos can't be used to illustrate a Word Verification definition.
Munscle - the unfashionable pair of jeans kept as a barometer of the weight we were long ago and want to continue being.
These are the jeans I wore at my fattest:
I know - a big blobby blue denim scoop of ice-cream atop a double cone but there's quite a few clues here that show that - thankfully, it was a long time ago.
a) Sapphire is only three years old
b) the car isn't dented; and
c) we're washing the car for what was most likely the very last time.My Munscle was actually the same style and colour as these pictured but in size twelve and I used to regularly pop them on - waistband threatening to meet up with my underwire instead of my Map O' Tassie - and make sure that I could still breathe, bend over to do my shoelaces and even sit for a day at the desk. If so, my weight was acceptable.
Therefore, last week was a big moment for me as I handed them over to Sapphire.
She accepted them with the dignity and respect they deserved and vowed that when she arrived at Grandma and Grandpa's house in the holidays, she'd cut off the legs, sew across the crotch and transform them into a shoulder bag.