Aunty Acid by Ged Backland for February 08, 2021

Holy toledo so to speak. Neither does does does I can’t see anymore.

And I thought my inherited apron stomach was bad.

We’ll just have to raise the tone of this place.

Music: Archie Bell & the Drells – Tighten Up.

Well, if I can’t say something nice I won’t say anything then.

AAAARGHH! MY EYES! MY EYES!

Cover it up, Aunty…..

I tease my sister. I tell her she has furniture disease: her chest fell into her drawers years ago.

Her eyes aren’t the only thing looking at the scale.

Nor does it measure bone ugly, Aunty. It only weighs fat until it cries “uncle!”

The scale does measure “healthy” …

Oh how the perky have fallen.

If it did, the needle wouldn’t move for some and would spin around 10 times for others!!!

I can see why it wouldn’t for you.

My take on this is that any women who has earned the honor of hanging boobs has gone a long way to earn them. They’re a badge of honor, just like the scars underneath my own now “perky” ones due to cancer. I was lucky to still have any at all.

My hourglass figure is economy sized.