September 24, 2012 by sledpress
I pinked its flanks first.
Then I made a sweeping pass.
Finally, discarding my weapons, I chose to fight it Cretan style, seizing the horns and using my weight against it.
Honeysuckle vines, eating my garden alive once again.
I have earned the ears and the tail.
I grump. I live for books and barbells. If you were born after US President Nixon resigned, I am old enough to be your mamma, but I will still arm-wrestle you. I am a Woman Of A Certain Age with an Interesting Past, and you have been warned.
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A few years ago I did something silly. But darlings, it was fun.
Because it takes strong women to smash the patriarchy.
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