Hey Gals,
So about those Spanx yoga pants. I decided if I was going to get use out them I would wear them around the house. I am wearing them now. Only I can’t think. Apparently when your pants suck the air out of you, your brain is deprived of oxygen. After I took them off the first time, I felt totally liberated. My belly fell out and thighs jiggled. Ahhh. Then I held them up to have a good look at them. Only a Barbie Doll would feel comfortable in them. Size L too.
I don’t know why, but I’ve just started to take notice to the pop-up ads that come up on the computer. This is what I get: Viagra. Night-time Depends. Depends for everyday wear. And menopause estrogen medication. Seriously, if I didn’t feel bad about growing older, I might now. What in heaven’s name have I Googled to prioritize these ads for me. If I could flash my bare bottom and post in one of those ads right now, I would!!
Wait a minute. I have to go take off my pants so I can think.
Okay, I’m back.
Hey I went to see my favorite gynecologist in Greenville last week. She does not disappoint. She calls me young. Well I’m 67, she says. Of course I say, You Look Fabulous (this is really true). She is still wearing her four inch wedges with tiny painted toes. Have you seen what I look like underneath these clothes lately? Well, no, no I haven’t. It’s disgusting. Have you looked at yourself naked in the mirror lately? Why yes, yes, I have. Well everything changes and moves elsewhere. Even your skin changes. Look at this. Okay. Crinkley above the knees,
Okay, see you next year. Okay.
I’m finding all new doctors at the beach, but I’m keeping this one for the pure entertainment value. And about that coconut oil, she says you can stick way up in there daily or as often as needed for vaginal health.
About those tender breasts….and sensitive bladder…shoot I forgot to ask. Maybe I need another appointment.
Goodnight from Greenville (only I’m at the beach!),
Dyanne