This photo seems to have been taken after the Ziggy Stardust days, so there’s no excuse for this photo of David Bowie holding a cat.

Other than it being one of the most awesome Glamour Shots ever taken.

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It’s been a long time coming, this one about my panties.

I’ve been putting off finding a new favorite style of underwear for far too long. You can see it in the holes and the way the sides of my current undies roll down my hips.

*Faces covered to protect the innocent.

Those very comfy, very stretched out, very beige, very cotton “hipster” Granny panties on the left are approximately 6 years old. They are made by Barely There and are a size XL, which in the obscure world of lingerie, equates to an 8.

Those very new, very not stretched out, very beige, very someotherfabricthatisnotcotton “hipster” Granny panties on the right are approximately 2 days old. They are also made by Barely There and are a size XL, or the obscure lingerie size of 8.

Obviously, I needed the new pair of underwears I bought shown on the right. However, they are not the same style as the ones on the left. They may both be very boring beige and are both “hipsters” and they are made with similar fabrics, BUT THEY ARE NOT THE SAME.

This does not please me.

I, and I’m sure many other women around the world, would like to purchase the same panties to which I have grown accustomed as replacements.

Holy underwear is not cool. OK, except in the case of a draft, and then they’re breezy. But I want to replace my holy underwears with new, SAME panties as the ones like on the left above that I’ve grown to love.

I want the panties that don’t roll down my hips, don’t bunch up my ass crack, don’t show out of the top of my jeans when I bend over, and don’t cut off the circulation to my legs.

With this, I’m filing a formal complaint to the manufacturers of women’s underwear.

Attention All Ladies Undergarments Makers:

Because of the curvaceous nature of my body, shopping for new panties is an unpleasant task. I’m not sure you’re aware of this fact, as you seem to think I like changing how my underwears fit on my nethers.

Women don’t like change in relation to how our undies fit on our bottoms.

Once I’ve entered into this period in my life known as a certain age, I am comfortable in a style and a fabric and a fit and price. Unless my derrière drastically changes shape and size, I stick to what I know.

When you, the panties manufacturers of the world, decide to change up your styles and fabrics and fits of your ladies panties, I, a women of a certain age, am unhappy.

Please, Hanes, Bali, Victoria’s Secret, Barely There, Soma, Fruit of the Loom, etc, when you make a panty and it sells more than 10 pairs, I need you to make them FOR LIFE.

I don’t want to have to go Commando just because I can’t find the new Perfect Panty. It’s not pleasant. Trust me.

But, I’m sure you know that because you’re in the business of clothing the unpleasantries. 

Peace & love,
Angie

P.S. Let me know when you can make this happen. I have a drawer full of holy, breezy, stretched-out underwear that needs replacing. You’ll know I’m wearing the old, breezy, rolling-down panties when you watch me walk 10 steps, and I reach into my jeans to pull them back up around my hips.

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Question: Where in my body do all of my super secret super powers live?

Did I just use a whole post to publish a picture of my webbed toes?

Yes.

Please refrain from commenting on my abnormally large big toe, and focus on my glittery pedicure and super-powered webbed toes.

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I met Patrick back in the mid 90s when Hootie & the Blowfish was on repeat in the restaurant where we worked. We were both 18 and just out of high school. Apparently, he watched me from afar for about a year before he got up the nerve to ask me out on a real date. I’d been asked out on a real date exactly one time before he asked me. It’s not that I didn’t have boyfriends *ahem* they just didn’t ask me out on real dates.

He was lucky that I had made a mental note that day that I needed to expand my dating pool in order to find better guys. The ones I’d been “dating” were more of the temporary variety, and I was ready for stability.

I was lucky I said yes to his invitation to go out.

He was a short, skinny 18-year-old waiter with a very cute face.

I was a short, skinny 18-year-old hostess with a hot pair of legs.

We were pretty much a match made in future heaven.

He was nice, he liked me, I knew it, and never doubted it.

He asked me to marry him inside Cinderella Castle at Magic Kingdom when we were way too young to be engaged. I said yes, shaking and happy and nervous.

We were married a year (or two?) later in my parent’s backyard in front of about 100 friends and family in the middle of feeder bands from Hurricane Georges in 1998.

We were both 22, me just barely, 9 days after my 22nd birthday.

We were way too young.

It’s worked; we are the lucky ones.

Nearly 15 years together.

And HOLY CRAP we need to get better photos of us together. We look way cuter as child brides.

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My newborn niece is cuter than your baby.

She may even be cuter than my own.

Now you can die from the cute.

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Today is my fine ass husband‘s birthday. He doesn’t believe he’s fine, which is good for me because he doesn’t have the self-awareness to leave me for someone hotter. WIN for me!

Anyhooters, he made a list of 34 things about himself, but only one tiny smidge of the list was about me. bygones

So, to one-up him, I’m writing a list of 34 things I love about him. DON’T LEAVE. You won’t puke from the sappy-ness.

And don’t you want to know about that picture*?

1. great ass
2. great smile
3. magic fingers
4. EP (earning potential)
5. passionate about his teams
6. best father EVER in the history of EVER
7. fills up my soap dispenser
8. buys me nice things
9. funny
10. makes grocery lists
11. goes to buy groceries
12. makes yummy Sex Sauce**
13. went to prom with a stripper while his mom babysat his date’s daughter (see photo)
14. makes me go on trips
15. comes with me on trips
16. ignores bill collectors with me
17. realizes my mom is in charge
18. doesn’t fight with my mom
19. can throw the remote across the couch right into my hand
20. hands over the remote
21. yells REALLY loudly when his team scores
22. brings me water and always asks if I want ice
23. don’t make me feel bad for being lazy
24. is lazy himself
25. remembers to take out the garbage at least once a week
26. plays only one sport at a time so he can have more time at home
27. is good at every friggin sport he plays
28. appreciates a good fart
29. laughs when I call him an ass
30. realizes I love my TV
31. doesn’t want more kids and made sure of that
32. takes extra super good care of me when I’m injured and/or sick
33. laughs at me when I make a fool of myself
34. great ass

Now. Wish him a happy 34th birthday.

DO IT.

*True Story: I couldn’t find this picture on my computer or blog, so I Googled images for {patrick prom}. THIS IS THE FIRST PICTURE. I love the internets.

**it’s a real thing. yummy on fries, chicken, burgers, etc.

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This is your official reminder to put on a bra.

Your day would have been SO much less exciting today had you not seen that.

You’re welcome.

shock & awe

Don’t you hate it when bloggers publish stupid-ass posts when they don’t have a good post to write? If you have nothing to say, say nothing. (I have a problem taking my own advice.)

*NSFK = Not Safe for Kids (for those of us who work around kids)

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wordless wednesday

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Wordless Wednesday

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How now,

Black Cow?

I’m totally milking this sick-from-pneumonia deal. I’m totally well now, but I’m still catching up on TV football work, so you get my pictures of a cow from Gatorland.

Cow at Gatorland? Yes.

Much like 90% of the attractions at Gatorland, don’t ask.

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