I have been creatively stunted lately. Just haven't felt that I have much to contribute to the Blogosphere. These "dry spells" generally coincide with periods of duress. Too much work. Too little play. Too. Too. Too everything...
However today I have had a breakthrough and have some thoughts I would like to share. Life still feels a little (okay, "a lot") cRoOKed & UnBALAnCeD, but I need to say something, or surely my head will soon go kablooey!
My topic really is quite sensitive, a little delicate and in some circles unmentionable.
Lately I have found myself describing the quality of a day in terms of what a particular undergarment might feel like to ME should I be required to wear it.
For instance, a happy, contented, peaceful & productive day equates (in my world) wearing the classic brief : nylon shell, no lace (too itchy), tags torn out and a cotton crotch...
A less satisfying day would perhaps be labeled a hipster or high cut brief day. Life is pretty good with just a few adjustments here and there.
A "bad day" is equivalent to the boy short or bloomers. I think that bloomers really are quite deceptive; they give the illusion & promise of comfort, but in reality they ride up and twist on you at will.
In my world an absolute crap day is symbolized by the infamous thong . If I were to report to you that, "I am having a thong kinda day", it would probably be in your best interests to stay away and let me ride out the wedgie.
Speaking of thongs...I woke this morning all crabbied-up and irritated and sent the following text to a friend who understands my strange language. It read:
"Thong. On backwards. And it is splitting the girls in two. And you?"
And with that word picture I will leave you... Wishing you all a "cotton-crotch" kinda day,