I’m not fat, I’m just fluffy
he mumbled as we walked through
deep snow to L’Atelier to gorge ourselves
on cheese, wine and chocolate.
It’s true, he is, with that puffy blue
down jacket, a homemade scarf wrapped
loosely around his neck, head down
to avoid the flurry of snowflakes.
Regardless of health club memberships,
riding track, skiing steep hills, the pounds
endured, his tummy stuck out a little too
far, but all was hidden under blue down.
He’s not chubby, he’s just fluffy and busy
enjoying life with me drinking and
eating the finest life has to offer.
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It's all about enjoying life and not sweating the small stuff!
-Linda
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