When I first woke up, I felt really old. With lines on my face, and everything saggin', I felt a bit like a beat up pair of granny undies.
At the store this morning, after taking a shower, and taking my time, casually perusing the aisles, using the coupons, and smiling and talking to all eyes that I met, the casual pair of boxer briefs would be what would fit.
Later in the day as I walked past my husband and he silently gave me a slap on the backside I felt a like a lacey thong....sexy and secure in all that I am.
Bikini, boxers, thongs, briefs, they all have their place BUT....please, oh, please just don't call them panties!
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I see Paris.
I see France.
Loved this blog
About underpants!
Made me happy to have you back to writing!
Nancy
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