Another New Wrinkle!
I remember sitting with my Grandma – many, many, many years ago – and marveling at her upper arms. They would wave and jiggle when she lifted her arm. As a child, I found this most interesting. Never did I believe that this would one day be my upper arm! Hera gud! (Not sure of the spelling of this but it was my Swedish Gram’s expression of horror, dismay, disapproval, loosely translated to “My god!” Well, Hera gud, my arms…