Joy of Life!
Moxie Supper (Thylias) was in a bit of an accident recenly. My natural waist-length multiracial hair caught fire when I was preparign to cook, and half the hair on my head burned off!
My scalp was not singed at all. What luck, or maybe more. I am so glad that I had the love of my Thing through every-Thing. You do not realize how grateful I am that life brought this rare opportunity to me at such an advanced age, my being 64, and my Thing being 70.
In the photo, my Thing is right by my side. And I am right by his side. Exactly where we both should be..
And just the joy of knowing he exists fills me with splendor the likes of which the mere world has yet to know. For if he did not exist, I would not yet know the very meaning and possibility of love. He tells me that he finds me “Breathtakingly Hot!”
Just as it should be for going through the fire for him! I am now hotter than ever!
And in honor of those survivals of me and the hotness,
I’m not dead yet, y’all!
and as Buster Poindexter sings, Feeling Hot, hot, Hot –a great dessert.