Wow, you're tall. I'm exactly 5 feet 6 and one half inches. I got to this height by the time I was 12 and I stopped growing.

My mother, her five brothers and sisters, well, no one was over 5 feet tall except for my Aunt Sallie who was my height. I loved going there because I finally had somebody my size. But she was thin.

But my uncles. They never got beyond 5'2 inches.

Oh, and this is funny, when I was 28, I fell in love with a little guy. His name was Vinny and he was about 5'4. When my mother met him, she said to me on the sly "are you serious, this guy is a midget". She hated him. But I did meet Alan who was 6 feet tall.

Oh, I have a funny story that will make all of you laugh. Alan reminded me of it to tell a friend and he howled as I told this. This happened when I was 40.

When I was 40 years old, I had my first mammogram. Unfortunately, the guy calls me in and says: "there is something and it has to come out". Turns out it was something called a fibroadenoma. So I had to go back a few weeks later to get the results. So it was benign. So when you have a breast operation, they do follow-ups. and it's always the same thing. They put you in a room, you put on the green gown, you lie on the table, the doctor comes in, checks where you had the surgery, to see that you are healing....well the point is, after you do this 4 or 5 times, you know what's coming.

So one day, I had the appointment, they put me in the room, I put on the green gown, and I hear the doctor coming in, I look at him in his scrubs, so I opened the gown and said "okay, go ahead", and the guy starts screaming "Oh My God, what the h*ll are you doing?"" I jump up off the table, covering up my breast and I go "what's the matter??" and he goes "I'm the plumber". He ran out of the room.

Alan is still laughing his head off and this happened 20 years ago.

Melody