I’m a little teapot

That’s right. Short and stout. Now, a chubby little teapot conjures up sweet images, does it not? A pastel-flowered, porcelain vessel with matching, delicate cups and saucers, accompanied by warm scones with jam and cream. An old-fashioned nursery song acted out by precious preschoolers. A Neti pot when you . . . oh, never mind. However, the mental snapshot of a height-challenged, overweight middle-aged (oh, … Continue reading I’m a little teapot