Oh, ha, ha. Denise is a shorty. She looks like a little girl in that chair. Isn't that cute? Let's take a picture. Never mind that my 5'2 (and a half inch) self has to hem every pair of pants she buys. Sometimes I think they make women's jeans with Gabrielle Reece in mind. I'm pretty sure my seamstress saves the material she cuts off and makes another pair of jeans from them.
To make matters worse, Kevin is 6'4". I'm sorry, tall women, I know it was unfair of me to take him. But I'm paying for it. In neck pain every time I kiss him, in humiliation every time we have portraits done. Hey, have you ever been told to stand on a stool? Happens every time. Why can't they make him get on his knees, that's what I'd like to know.
I can't see over people's heads at concerts, plays, and movies. Chairs, car seats, and sofas, shaped for taller people, leave me positioned so I have a great view of my belly button. No longer worth looking at, I might add. But that's a whole other blog.