Can You Bench Press Your Car?

The only reality show I watch is "Dancing with the Stars." My parents tried to get me to watch "Survivor" the other night but I pulled myself up to my full height of 5',3 1/2" and said, "I don't want to and you can't make me." (This spine of steel crap only goes so far when they're bailing you out but they let it slide.)

I got to watch the semi-finals and the grand finale of "Dancing with the Stars" with my father. Here are a few areas where the generation gap comes into play:

He thinks Samantha Harris (the co-host) has arms that are too muscular. He makes running comments about not wanting to face her in a fight or how she must go out every morning and bench press her car. I think her arms are amazing. She has muscle definition and no underarm flapping. I know you're not supposed to covet things but secretly I covet her arms.

He thinks her voice is too deep and sounds like a man. He does a mean impression of her which sends me into a fit of giggles. I think her voice is sultry in a Lauren Bacall kind of way.

Too bad the show is over for now. My dad and I will have to find someone else to critique and/or admire.

Man Hands

Although I look a lot like my mother, I share so many characteristics with my father and his side of the family. This is particularly apparent to me as I get older. My father's sisters (one is deceased) are/were little people. Not tall and small enough to get knocked over by a strong wind. I am also short and sort of petite. The other thing we most definitely have in common is our small hands and feet.

When I got married the first time, they sold my husband-to-be a gold band from the children section. (Why they make gold bands for children is a puzzler!)

The husband has a client and we have often socialized with them. We've been on corporate trips with them. She has man hands. At times, I cannot listen to the conversation because I become so obsessed with her hands. In my little pea brain, they are HUGE. She could probably wrestle a bear and win. I'm glad we're "hug you and kiss you on the cheek" people because a handshake with her could break my little bones.

While watching "Dancing with the Stars" the other night, Jan called to inform me that one of contestants has man hands.

I don't have man hands but I have graduated to oldie's hands.