BVDs bye bye

I'm somewhat particular about my cotton bikini underwear. I mourned when Jockey discontinued the style I'd worn for years. I switched to a comparable Victoria's Secret model. Then VS refashioned the garment. Now I'm down to one pair hanging by a thread, and the replacement version, which doesn't consistently fit without giving me a wedgie. I can't stand having a wedgie.

And so I contemplate the thong. I know many women who swear by them, but I can't understand why. I would never intentionally have my undies stuck up my but 24/7. More power to you gals. You're stronger women than I.

Audience building (continued)

Turns out I sent the blog link to nearly all of the parents of our son's grade at prep school, including the head master's spouse --and a shout out to you, Margie.

Come September, it looks like I'll find out who my real friends are.

Building an audience

I opened an email, accidentily hit "reply to all" and sent a link to my blog to 47 unknown suspects. No content to the message, just the link. Oops. My bad.

If you are one of those 47 people and are experiencing this tome for the first time, know this: first, I am not a shameless self-promoter. Second, if you don't like the blog or find it offensive, we probably wouldn't be friends anyway. C'est la vie...and happy reading.