Some days are diamonds……some days are…..well….just NOT.
My grandmother on my mother’s side used to insist on dancing at weddings. She wasn’t used to drinking any alcohol and usually downed her glass ( or 3 ) of champagne in a few gulps. Then she would grab one of her son-in-laws by the arm and force them onto the dance floor. Where she would stay until she was all danced out…
I love dancing too.
I probably look like the dying swan from Swan Lake having an attack of the arm jerks. And I have noticed people sort of avoiding my eyes while I’m at it…but give me an inspirational beat and a few glasses of Chardonnay and I’m off ….( second post in a row mentioning alcohol….first flying and now dancing….worrying trend I’m picking up …)
Onto the “Exclusive Broeks”.
I’ve recently come across a mailing service called “The Secret Letter”. You send them your bikini bottom size and they send you a pair of lace/ satin/ lace-and-satin-with-a-red-polka-dot -ribbon G-string once a month in an envelope.
Point nr 1 : I am too old to wear polka dot ribbons anywhere near my behind
Point nr 2 : My behind is w-aaaaaa—yyyyyyyyyy to big to put into any type of bikini.
Point nr 3 : G-strings are torturous. I wore one on my wedding night and I still have it but I’m never putting it on again. EVER.
Point nr 4 : Some mail services are ridiculous.
Point nr 5: If I’m thinking that “The Secret Letter ” is a ridiculous concept, does it mean I’m getting old ?
Point nr 6 : Am I too old to insist on dancing when a beat inspires me???
Point nr 7 : Point nr 7 depresses me.
Point nr 8 : Sometimes I miss being 20 something. Being someone’s potential wife but not quite there yet. I miss ….how can I put this….feeling desired.I miss someone REALLY LOOKING AT ME and not seeing someone’s wife and someone’s mother who shouldn’t be dancing in public. ( yes yes yes I’m happily married and totally in love with my children ). But still…
Anyone out there relate?