Had lunch with my friend, Polly, yesterday. She commented on the fact that we’ve known one another for fifty years. Now that’s a thought that stays with you! We met when we started college together in 1964. I guess I’ve thought about the fact that our fiftieth reunion is coming up, but that’s still a few years off. We’re at a real milestone now.
But when do you start to feel old? I mean really old. I know I’m not young anymore, and if I didn’t recognize it on my own, yesterday’s visit to Victoria’s Secret was a glaring reminder. I was a little early for lunch, so I stopped into a Victoria’s Secret a few doors down from the restaurant thinking I could get a few new things for our upcoming trip.
After mentally discounting a number of items, some of which were hard to recognize as actual underwear, I decided that I just might no longer be part of the demographic that Victoria’s Secret is courting. That’s okay with me. There’s no way that a thong can be comfortable!