Super Secret GIRLS ONLY Post
I was born modest (yes, that’s a link. Click on it to read a post that proves my modesty from babyhood—with illustration). What this means is that I never went in for spaghetti straps, tube tops and bare midriffs, even before I was an old married lady. I was so relieved when the 80’s brought tops that wrapped around your throat and pants dragged up to your ribs. Sure, I was known to wear my share of shape-revealing leggings but never without a nice long baggy shirt to hide the overall effect. (Baa! Baa!!)
Lately, it seems you can’t watch a commercial for denture cream without--ahem!--the girls being on display. I have to admit, I am becoming a bit accustomed to the whole thing but I still find it distracting. I can’t even begin to think how it must be for all the men out there. “What did you say? Tony’s alive and Jack just took down the main bad guy? How did I miss that?” (That would be on account of the girls attached to that female agent running behind Jack and, conveniently, just to the left.)
The other night, in the privacy of my own home and after the kids went to bed, I decided to discern if I am “that” kind of girl, i.e. one who looks lovely and natural with the girls on display. I pulled out a low cut shirt (which I own thanks to the layered look—baa!) and a wonder-bra that my husband begged me to buy a year ago (which I have worn but once) and viola!
Let me just say, I totally get the attraction. Who doesn’t love cold, prickly, fluorescent white gooseflesh? I didn’t relish the ten-pound weight gain effect either. Nevertheless, The Spouse hadn’t the slightest interest in watching the latest episode of 24, either. Who’da thunk? (Sorry--no photo due to lack of any brain activity whatsoever.)
P.S. I wrote 3,300 words of Miss D Two yesterday! Woo hoo! AND I got some time to read some blog posts, too—not commenting saves a ton of time! Who’da thunk?
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