When I was a kid, Mama took us for a lot of walks. She got so sick of stopping for us to get rocks out of our shoes that she told us when oysters get something irritating them, they just hold onto it for a long, long time and it becomes a pearl so we should try to make a pearl, too, and just keep walking. All these years later and when I got a rock in my shoe this morning, I just kept walking and wondering what color my pearl would turn out to be.
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- Jill Footey
- I'm a 3000 pound muscular woman with purple hair, a love for hula-hooping, and a passion for crispy pickles. I do occasionally cry over spilled milk, which should explain the picture.
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