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Taking My LumpsHe could have just greeted me with a cheery “Good morning!”, but no. “Would you like to be a lump?” he asked, before I’d even had my first cup of coffee. Man, I could have gone off on him right then and there, but I held my peace. He pointed to a verse in 1st Corinthians, New King James version in case you want to do the comps. “Well,” he continued with only the slightest trepidation, “it says right here that you should ‘purge out the old leaven, that you may be a new lump.’” I swear he smirked and then chuckled under his breath, but don’t imagine I couldn’t hear him. Even with my deaf ear pointed his way. I’m talented like that. I’ll admit that purging sometimes sounds like a plan (one I would not follow through on), but if it’s only to be a new lump, what have I gained? Might as well keep my old familiar lumps, if you know what I"m saying. Which brings me to Katy’s Dilemma Of The Day. My back’s out. I mean, really out. The kind of out that makes me scream when unanticipated spasms shoot through my sacroiliacal region, which is approximately every three seconds, making the shooting pains fall clearly into the realm of the should-be-anticipated-if-you’re-halfway-intelligent, but you wouldn’t want to quibble with a medicated woman, would you? I didn’t think so. One week from today, when our beautiful daughter is easily slinking her unlumpy 25-year-old body into the wedding dress of her dreams, I’ll be confronting my new girdle. That’s right—girdle. Honestly, I did not know they’d come back out with the kind of undergarments I remember my grandmother wearing in the ‘50s. I’m talking high-rise, thigh-covering, midriff eliminating, rear-end lifting—the works. The thing actually has STAYS in it—I guess what would be the equivalent of underwires in a bra, only more…dear Lord, deliver me…heavy-duty. Anyway, I saw this contraption at Kohl’s. So, in honor of the grandma I loved and in memory of the lumps of fat she so carefully and tastefully contained, I plunked down a hefty chunk of change and got me one. I even gave it a test drive a few weeks ago, when I still had my strength and wits about me. Believe me, a woman must be in GREAT SHAPE to apply one of these puppies and have a ragged breath leftover to tell the tale. But now, alas, my poor body has fallen into disrepair. My biggest fear today is that my back will not be sufficiently cured for me to sausage myself into my expensive smoothing apparatus next Saturday. And even though my dress is a respectable size six, it’s VERY fitted. Suffice it to say that if I can’t pull the girdle up, I won’t be pulling the dress down. In answer to my husband’s theological question du jour, I glared at him and said, “No, I do NOT want to be a lump.” Sometimes, our Bible studies are really short.
Posted by Katy on 06/23/07 at 08:15 AM
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