Prediction is very difficult, especially if it's about the future.

I ran. I ran so far away. Bellerive Beach, Bellerive. August 2013.

This Theme Thursday I am thinking that if I were a LIP, which LIP would I be?

Labium superius oris is nice, but Labium inferius oris is surely only inferius in nóminis only. The cupid's bow has autant de charme and the tuberculum labii superioris the kind of stout reliability only found in Hungarian washerwomen Golden Retrievers.

I am told that women are attracted to men with masculine LIPS. That is, LIPS that are not too big or not too small, can chop firewood and know where and when to take her in hand.

So if I were a LIP, I'd be a proud LIP. A LIP worth loving. A LIP worth loving, living and dying for.

Comments

kaykuala said…

A LIP worth loving,
living and dying for

That would have been perfect for any lips! Nicely!

Hank

30 August 2013 at 01:38

Mrsupole said…

Hi Kris,

I agree with Hank, that is such a great saying. Any woman would be happy to have a set of lips attached to any man that is worth loving, living and dying for. I also think you are correct in what kind of lips women are interested in. Tiny or small lips might make a man seem weak and big lips might make him seem too aggressive. But what matters most is the man that they get to know who is attached to those lips. And as long as those lips are willing to kiss us every day then we are happy.

I hope you are having a great week and using your lips to kiss those two beautiful boys and your fantastic wife. Although they probably know those lips love them.

God bless.

4 September 2013 at 21:22

Kris McCracken said…

The birds! Thanks all. We've been busy for the past week. Nary a moment to sit down!

9 September 2013 at 21:27

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