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December 15, 2006

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Linda

I want to die young. And I really don't cair if I'm hot or not. I know that sound really sick and horriable of me, but it really isn't. Look at this way, we all know the old people who are just waiting to die. Once you pass a certin age, you have done all you can and there isn't that much left, but death. So when 65-70 rolls around, I want to be done. I'm one of the few who doesn't fear death, so I think that is why I feel like that. My poor great-grandma tells me how that only thing she has left to do is die, but she is so afraid of that that she just won't. So yeah, on that note...If it was my left hand, take that thumb, I need the money.

papa dale

My left, arthritic thumb that hurts all the time?? YOU BETCHA!!!! Now, unless your name is Cher, there comes a time that the only person who thinks you are HOT!! is (with any luck) the person you have chosen to grow old with, please, don't let this get back to Grandma Mary, when her ego gets inflated, I have Hell to pay, but, she's still pretty hot, and I expect I'll still think that in about 20 years when we both start pushing that 4 score mark. Of course, Granny and I both work out regularlly, eat lots of organic veggies, never touch red meat, and never ever touch alcholic beverages, oh, and I have been know to ocasionally embellish the truth ever so lightly too. So, unless Jacquelyn is a close blood relative of Cher, my guess is she's just having some sort of red wine induced fantacy. (Jacquelyn, don't be offended by the ravings of a fat old grey haired man, Julianne wil tell you I'm not to be listened to too often.)

Jacquelyn

No, you can't change your mind when you hit 65 because by that point you would have already reaped so many benefits from your years of hotness that you would have a definite debt to pay.

"Good Health" would be the absence of any terminal type illness or degenerative disease. You would still age and of course slow down some, but you would be in top shape for whatever age you were--let's say the top 90th percentile of good health for that age. And this would be for whichever option you chose. So, it's 70, good health, and hot OR 85, good health, and homely. The only variables are age and hotness.

I will allow the possibility of aspiring to some level of hotness through diet and exercise if you choose to live to 85. However, it will not be the effortless natural beauty that you would get with the other option. And I'm talking about roll out of bed looking like a million dollars hot...all you have to do is sacrifice a mere 15 years...15 long ugly years.

Jacquelyn

Hmm...I just thought of a better option. I'll just give up my thumb--since money can most certainly buy me some level of hotness.

Mom

I totally do not get this concept. I would say that this is pretty much superficial, mindless fantasy generated by the Angelinas and Brad Pitts in this world. Sorry to be so serious but let's focus on the more important and lasting things of life: faith, family and helping others in this life. If we really want to know what our "hotness rating" is, let's ask our "significant others" and spouses in our lives. They are the ones that matter when it comes to "hotness".

Julianne

Linda-

Wow, you've got a great attitude about the whole thing. And, it's good to know what your thumb is worth to you :)

Julianne

Papa Dale-

I'm telling Grandma Mary that you think she is hot! :) My husband thinks I'm hot too, so does Jacquelyn's. We just really like to sit around and discuss ridiculous scenarios and wagers. It's what we do. I live for stuff like that. Remember, I was a philosophy major. Pointless discourse is my forte.

Julianne

Jacquelyn-

Thanks for clarifying. I guess I am in for 15 long years of homelines :)

You and I can't be friends anymore. YOur hotness is too intimidating.

Julianne

Mom-

There really isn't anything to get. Jacquelyn and I just discuss ridiculous topics like this in jest and I always learn something deep and meaningful about myself in the process (that is sarcasm, by the way). It's a joke but it certainly does say something about the value that we place on appearances in our society.

Aunt Becky

Do I get to pick which thumb I'll lose, or will it be chosen for me? (LOL)

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