This past weekend we took the kids up to Branson via Eureka Springs. Much to my dismay, everyone was fully clothed! Tommy T made note that the sudden wardrobe shift had to be due to weather. He said," It's a bit Nippy outside - that's why everyone has their shirts on."
This got the wheels turning in my head. I may even write a letter to Merriam-Webster about this idea.
"NIPPY" should mean it is HOT outside.....hence the emergence of white trash nips.
"NIPLESS" should mean it is CHILLY outside.....thus the covering of said nip.
I was INCREDIBLY tempted to take a picture of an old man I was soaking with in the hot tub. It took all of the restraint I could muster. I WOULD HAVE taken the picture if it wouldn't have been so blatantly obvious that I was taking a picture of his nips. I SO wish I had set fear aside and done it. I considered asking permission......
"Sir, would you mind if I took a picture of your nipples? You see - they are just unlike any nips I have ever seen. They are the size of Genoa salami and the color of dried beef out of a jar. They are 3/4 of an inch thick and incredibly "gristly". They would TOTALLY make my blog! Please, pretty please? Just one shot? Do it for Meg!"
As I continued to play out that scenario in my mind, I didn't see it ending well. I refrained. I am sad to say that I only found "ah" nipple. One lone nipple. Tom was actually the one to spot it for me in the window of Abercrombie and Fitch.
Enjoy, Meg!
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