Welcome to today’s episode of Politically Incorrect: Going to Hell in a Handbasket.
Sorry, I have no idea what that phrase means, nor its origins. If you have a burning desire to find out, Google it, or check Wikipedia.
Anyway – this is the final day of my three-day quote challenge, and it’s been a lot of fun. I am so pleased with the blogosphere right now that all I can say is:
Quote: My cup runneth over.
Author: Hebrew Bible (Psalm 23.5)
Most people understand this quote to mean that there is an abundance of something – joy, money, love, etc. Sometimes it’s used in a sarcastic manner when receiving a gift that is less than one expected.
My readers will be pleased that I managed to restrain myself from posting a photograph of the politically incorrect meaning of the phrase – no one wants to see old lady boobs, even if I were brave enough to pose for such a disturbing picture.
As a young woman, prior to childbirth, I bemoaned the fact that I had less breast tissue than many of my friends. Nature has a way of taking care of such unfairness – after birthing and nursing three children, and subsequently gaining weight in all the wrong places (or right places, if you’re looking at it from a male viewpoint), my cups did indeed runneth over.
I managed to remedy that situation somewhat last summer during my construction-enforced shopping trips. When we had no bathroom at home, I had to run to the nearest Bon-Ton, and the ladies room was adjacent to the lingerie department. There was a great summer sale on bras of every size and kind (buy 2, get 1 free!), so I stocked up.
Now my cups are containethed.
Aren’t you glad I shared all that?
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