I Would Have Won
I took Ron to the Halloween party at the martial arts studio tonight. I was not in costume, but I told him I was going to sign up for the costume contest as a middle-aged woman. You had to act out your costume and I was going to walk across the stage: fan face "Is it hot in here?" wipe brow "Or is it just me" flutter bottom of blouse "I'm sweating." blow down front of blouse.
Even without telling him my vignetter, he was aghast at the thought.
A word for younger women reading my blog: PMS is nothing. It's just getting you prepared for the next stage.