No "Out There"

At dinner tonite: Somehow the topic of conversation over dinner tonite was Daddy’s inability to wipe his behind clean.

(This was a continuation of a onversation which had begun earlier when mom came out of the bathroom complaining that Daddy uses to much toilet paper and still has poopy (not the word she used) drawers. Wanting to be helpful at that point, I suggested Daddy take care of his own underwear. Whereupon they both chimed in, “He does.”, she said ” I do!.”, he exclaimed. “Then, I asked, “what’s the issue?” “He should know how to do this by now.”, Mama replied. “If he hasn’t learned it in all these years, he’s not going to learn it now”, I countered. “Well, he should”, said Mama putting in the last word. I sighed and shook my head.)

Mom and Dad are here! They’ve made their annual trek to Chicago to escape (for my mother) the hundred degree plus temperatures of Arizona. They arrived Tuesday (July 17th around 6:30pm CST) in their silver grey van laden with everything out of their refrigerator and a couple of things from their freezer (courtesy of Mom). It took 3 coolers amd a couple of boxes to held all the food stuffs..

This past Christmas, I was feeling the need of a little support so I treated myself to some bras. Many of you who know me are aware I hadn’t worn a bra for about 20 years! I did my homework . . . I rewatched the bra show on Oprah, (I had originally seen how [...]