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Point To Ponder

My daughters came up with a term whenever people would whine or complain, or come across acting like a wimp.

“You big Nancy!”

Living in a house full of girls, I’ve never had to call my manhood into question. I mean, yes, that was me putting on bracelets and a tiara when I played Pretty, Pretty, Princess during their Kindergarten years.

And yes, I would pretend to be a flaming homosexual whenever I did one of my “Maurice” routines when I fixed them breakfast and sent them off to school. (Every Friday a different “character” stopped by to make breakfast – but they loved Maurice)

And yes, even th...

 

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