When Anna and I are sitting together and she feels compelled to hug me something always sullies the mood. She hugs, then stops, looks down at my stomach and then smacks it. Sometimes she will grab what she can and squeeze. Then she will look back up in my eyes and say, "I love you, except for this one. The rest of you is fine, but you have to loose the belly."
I am prepared for this complaint. I usually say something to the effect of, "If you love me, and that's part of me then that is just more of me to love."
The last time I tried this Anna thought for a moment and replied, "No. Since I don't like that part of you and that part keeps getting bigger then that is just more of you for me to hate."
Dang, she got me there...
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I knew I liked Anna!!!
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