OK so here is the fat, cow milking, brother and sister fighting arm shot (throw in a little child rearing and grandkid elbow to boot). I look like I could tear down the biggest football player around. I am searching carefully for man hair there.
No wait I like it better covered up a little....my mode of dress now. You know all this reminds me of the fact that Dad taught us to call our belly buttons a "chicky butt".
So now Jill is teaching Byron the same thing. I have to tell you when Lucy was trying to point out my chicky butt I had to intervene. "No no darling....mamaw doesn't have a chicky butt....it is called an ostrich a**".
That said, I will measure to meet the challenge but short of bulking up my one strong arm with weights, what do I do about the rest of me cause don't you have to exercise and quit eating? Don't know if I am up to THAT.
PS.....don't know if I'm brave enough to post the measurement. Come on you guys....if I can do this, you better.
PSS....Loretta, if you forget to sign out, no prob. Just sign out now.