I am not suggesting that the following story actually took place while Silly Old Bear was on vacation… but it could have.
Ben was sitting on the edge of the bed, observing his wife turning back and forth, looking at herself in the mirror.
Since her birthday was not far off, he asked what she’d like to have for her birthday. “I’d like to be six again”, she replied, still looking in the mirror.
The morning, he arose early, made her a nice big bowl of Lucky Charms, and then took her to Six Flags theme park. What a day! He put her on every ride in the park; the Death Slide, the Wall of Fear, the Screaming Monster Roller Coaster… everything there was. Five hours later they staggered out of the theme park. Her head was reeling and her stomach felt upside down. He then took her to a McDonald’s where he ordered her a Happy Meal with extra fries and a chocolate shake. Then it was off to a movie, popcorn, a soda pop, and her favorite candy, M&M’s. What a fabulous adventure!  Finally she wobbled home with her husband and collapsed into bed exhausted. He leaned over his wife with a big smile and lovingly asked, “Well Dear, what was it like being six again??”
Her eyes slowly opened and her expression suddenly changed. I meant my dress size, you idiot!!
The moral of the story: Even when a man is listening, he is going to get it wrong.
Size six isn’t satisfactory anymore. That’s like a size 12 by Hollywood standards. I remember the summer that I went from a Girls size 12 Slim, to a Women’s size 6. It was like God finally decided it was time for me to grow a figure! In. one. Summer. That was seventh grade, also the last summer that I saw size six tags in ANY of my clothing.
Bwahahaha!!
When I 1st read that I mistaked six for sex!! She wanted to have sex once again!;) LOL
I don’t think I was ever a 6
(snort) file that punchline under “sad but true”