the travails of aging...

Oh yes, it happens to the best of us... AND the worst of us... Matter of fact, it happens to ALL of us...

We's gettin' old.

My most recent reminders of the countdown timer have been wet panties.

Coughing, sneezing, laughing, slipping on ice: all lead to the same damp conclusion. It's bad enough to flat on one's back - but it's really miserable being wet as well!

And then there's my figure. Although it's getting smaller - EVER so slowly - I'm still what "they" call a BIG GIRL. My size has dropped from double letters to a single one, but it's still a grown-woman's size...

Catching sight of myself in the mirror while dressing this morning, I made a remark in dismay concerning my size, and hubby said "Your cup runneth over?"

Yeah. All three of 'em!