It isn't easy being an aging sex goddess. Trust me on this.
While in Oklahoma for vacation, I went shopping with a girlfriend and bought a nice black and white striped bra from Target. I thought it looked really nice. I actually forgot I'd gotten it and ran across it, this morning. I tried it on and husband walked by.
"How do you like my new bra?" I ask.
"It makes you look like a convict," sez he, without a backward glance as he kept on going.
I think I need hormones or something. Or maybe he does.
In the interest of decorum, no pictures, today.