Mama Boe

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?

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