Thursday, April 07, 2005

Suffering For Beauty

2:00 in the afternoon is usually the time I begin to notice that whatever is present around my waist needs to NOT BE, and quick, or there will be exploding.

So, imagine my surprise when I started to have the Hindenburg-like sensations about 5 hours earlier than normal. I thought this morning when I put on a skirt and tights that maybe I would be uncomfortable at some point in the day. Little did I know that I’d be heading to the bathroom at 9:30 with a pair of scissors, a bad attitude, and a desperate wish to continue breathing. I made some slits in the front, back and on both sides of the offending tights and perhaps I was a little overzealous, because my butt has been playing peek-a-boo with the rest of the world ever since. Really, it is like a bad music video around here, today.

We won’t even talk about the obvious nylon lumps of fabric that are now bunched up under my skirt as a result of the scissor wielding. Nor will we talk about the myriad reasons why I justifiably could have killed T late this morning when he asked why I didn’t just wear the ones that “…only come up to your thigh?” That sounds as good to me right now as EVER WEARING TIGHTS AGAIN does.

Lesson learned. No more tights.


Blogger Nancy said...

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11:29 AM  
Blogger Nancy said...

Like I said, that's probably why they're named "tights" ;-)

1:03 PM  

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