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Written by Mimzie Beaumont
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Tuesday, 29 April 2008 |
  When I was much younger I had a huge crush on Burt Reynolds. I don’t remember a lot of the details as I was, again, much younger. I had a poster of him on the back of my bedroom door in which he had on a pair of super tight jeans and a shirt that he had completely unbuttoned, so as to show off his extremely hairy chest. My memories of being this young are rather blurry except for that poster and bedtime every night.
My Mom would put me to bed and as soon as she was out of sight, I would jump up and turn on the light so that I could see my sweet prince all the better. You see, what I failed to mention was that Burt and I were married, or at least this is what I would pretend when I was alone in my room.  I would climb out of my bed, laden with Holly Hobby sheets, and make my way to Burt. I would often ask him how his day was - because that’s what any good wife at the age of 8 would do – and I would stare up at him, dreamily. I remember standing there talking to him and having elaborate conversations with him.
But I would always, always end the evening by asking him what he wanted for breakfast in the morning. For those of you wondering, Burt always wanted bacon and eggs in the morning. I’m not sure when my love affair for Burt started to dwindle but I still, vividly remember that poster, that hairy chest and his breakfast order. Even as a child, I was a good wife! |
Mimzie Beaumont
