Why is it that ALL the elastics in ALL your undies let go at - relatively - the same time? Does this fall under the Laws of Mr. Murphy? Not that this is a question that regularly preys on my mind, but it has come up recently. Or down, as the case may be. And why were undies referred to as "unmentionables"? As soon as you say, "unmentionables", everyone knows what you're talking about. Well, everyone over the age of 30. 40? Besides the fact that you have just mentioned them. The term "unmentionable" conjures up lacy things. I'm afraid that, at this stage in my life, the only ruffles I sport is on my favorite ratty old terry top. I'm all about serviceable now. If I want wild and racy, I get the Hanes with polka dots. My, my, how things have changed.
Even the way I deal with my food has changed. This morning found me massaging my kale. Not that that should surprise me, now that we've gotten all chummy with our 'veggies'. What's next? Bathing our baby veggies in warm broth with an invigorating post-bath rubdown of room temperature olive oil? I tell you, anything is possible.