I'm sweating like...well, I don't have to tell you. But it's sure not ladylike.
Weatherbug says it's 88 degrees outside. When I stepped out to go for a walk about 45 minutes ago, it felt great. By the end of my walk...not so much. Is it October yet?
Cathy says she can't walk this week, just because she's got to get up at 5 a.m. for work. Wimp! ;) Catie happily stepped in. But she walks too fast! And in jeans!
For some reason, she has decided that she only likes wearing jeans, even during a sweltering Georgia summer. Something about not wanting to show off her legs. Are we sure she's my child?? I know I carried her and all, but...
Me? I'm out walking in a skirt. I have decided that skirts are God's gifts to us women. See, men can only wear shorts so short before they start talking soprano and we start to wonder about them. Skirts allow a lot of air and minimal fabric to trap heat. I love them!
Plus I have no qualms about showing off my legs. Even if I had cankles, I've decided I'm too old to let comfort fall by the wayside in order to look...hot?? (Jeans sure don't look cool during a southern August!)
I figure skirts are the nearest thing to wearing nothing at all and still look decent. Nice, even. I told my daughter I refuse to put on pants until I absolutely have to. We live in Georgia and God gave us skirts, for crying out loud!
Wimp, huh? I'll be calling everyday this week at 5am to wake you up on my way in to work.
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