It was a dark and windy night. It was snowing outside. The windows rattled. Trees swayed menacingly. Brrrrr.
Sounds like a good time to be half-naked in a satin, sequined, lacey negligee, right?
Look, people, I don’t care if you call me old, or frumpy, or sex-less. Winter is for flannel. Period. And socks. Thick ones. Fleece, if possible. If Victoria Secret had half a brain, they would be making their skimpy little nighties out of thick pile flannel, possibly with some battery operated heated underwires. Someone write them a letter for gosh darn sake. Truth be told, the Victoria Secret models could use a little insulation. They all look like they need a sandwich,…. or five.
And while I’m at it, let’s talk about underwires. Who in the world thought THAT was a good idea? A misogynist, obviously. Why not add some rebar, fiberglass, and sandpaper in the cups while we’re at it?
View original post 82 more words