Not me. Not even close.
I turned fifty a few weeks ago. I’d been gearing up to write about it for quite a while, but when the time came, I just had too many mixed emotions to do it. For one thing, it was difficult even typing the number. 50. There. I did it. I was going to go all Roman numeral and just start telling people that I was “L,” but that seemed a little lame. Pig latin is kind of a dead language, so “ifty fay” wasn’t going to cut it either.
My roommate, Amadeus, said, “Tell me what you want to do on your birthday, and we’ll do it,” but my mind went as blank as Paris Hilton’s facial expressions. I posted an ad in the Rants and Raves section of Craigslist asking for ideas, and got a few responses.
“Go skydiving!”
“Stay at this lodge!”
“Watch this porno video!” It was, after all, Craigslist.
Then, someone wrote and said something like, “Shame on you for thinking that fifty is ancient. You should go out camping in the woods with some friends, and just enjoy the day. Eat some s’mores.” I liked it.
So Amadeus and I were going to go to the Buffalo River. I sensed that a bottle of champagne might enhance the whole nature experience, so that was in the plans too, but in the end, he had a flat and we ended up at Sears instead.
“Actually, this is kind of good,” said Amadeus. “I wanted you to shop for your gift anyway. You like clothes, so I figured you could buy some.” It was a little overwhelming . A whole mall at my disposal?
I’m unemployed and semi-practical, so I decided to opt for some new undergarments. I hadn’t done any serious foundation shopping since my last mid-life crisis birthday two years ago. But, being that it was my big 5-0, I figured I’d forego the Sears industrial granny panties and Teflon bras and head for Victoria’s Secret instead. I’d never actually shopped there, and gee, it was my birthday.
I stood basking in the beauty of all the silky, lacy shininess, and was greeted by a middle-aged, friendly looking woman. ”May I help you?” she asked. “Well,” I told her, “it’s my birthday, and uh….I need some bras?” She grabbed my hand and said, “You come with me.” She dragged me back to the pink Victoria’s Secret dressing room and I confided to her my desire for cleavage and the 5 for $25 panty special. My new friend measured me and studied my upper torso (you know, the part where the boobs are). I looked at her badge. “Bunny,” it said. What a happy-sounding name. “We’re going to fix you right up,” she said cheerily, and told me she’d be right back.
Bunny was going to save me, I just knew it. I have to tell you that I was a bit anxiety-ridden. For one thing, I’m not exactly used to having carte blanche with a charge card. I didn’t want to spend a lot of Amadeus’ loot, though he’d given me no limit. Secondly, I’d lost some weight since that last birthday bra thing and I’m having body image issues. Losing weight means losing boobage, so I knew I was down at least a half a cup. Oh yeah, and I had just turned L.
The first bra Bunny brought was too big, the second was too small, and the third was just right. “Okay, now we have a starting point,” she said. “I’ll be right back.” She returned with a handful of gorgeous, late-model numbers with all the bells and whistles. Solids, prints, lace, underwire, minimal padding, convertible straps, a built-in CD player and one that made me look like Dolly Parton’s little sister. The price tags ranged from $45 to $85, which made me kind of choke a little.
“Oh gosh, ” I said in wonder, trying the Dolly’s Sis model on and studying my silhouette. “This bra could totally change my life.” Bunny smiled knowingly.
“But it’s a lie,” I said. “I need a more honest bra. Plus, Bunny, I have to tell you that, while I know that a lot of your customers come in and spend tons of their men’s money, I just can’t do that to my roommate. I need something more practical, like your two- for- one special. “
Infinitely patient, she left and came back with some bras that were more Ford Taurus than Mercedes. They were still beautiful and all, but much more simple than the others she had shown me. I tried one on. It didn’t alter my universe, but it was nice. Still, looking into the mirror, I grimaced. Fifty. Sigh….”I’ve lost weight and I’ve gone down a whole cup size,” I confided.
“Listen,” said My New Best Friend Ever, “you have to put this all into perspective. There are women who come in here who’ve had mastectomies. They have no breasts at all. And you have to stop worrying so much. You look beautiful. Chin up. Shoulders back. Enjoy your day.”
I knew at that moment that I loved Bunny with all my heart and soul. She really was lovely. She looked like a former stripper- kind of faded and world-weary, with big blonde hair and a warm smile.
“Okay,” I said, “I’ll take two. Black and taupe.”
She rolled her eyes. “Get a pattern! Do something fun!”
“I can’t really afford fun,” I said. “I have to go functional. But I swear, Bunny, I’ll pick out fun panties– at least one pair.”
We went and got my sensible colored bras, four solid colored panties, and one, as a concession to my new-found friend, with a butterfly print on it. I was still a little anxious about the cost of all of this, and about the whole day in general. I headed back to the dressing room to gather up my things, Bunny following behind. She wasn’t through counseling me.
“You know, you have to get a grip on this,” she said. “We have teenaged girls coming in here who are getting their armpits liposuctioned. What kind of priorities are those?”
“I know,” I replied, secretly adding armpit lipo to my plastic surgery wish list. “I know none of it matters at all. There are people starving all over the world, and I’m worried about turning fifty. But the way I’m feeling is just temporary. I’ll adjust.”
“I know you will, hon,” she said.
“You are so great, Bunny,” I told her. “You’ve really made my day.” We were both getting all teary eyed, bonding over those bras.
“You are too. And I’m sorry for lecturing, but you wouldn’t believe what I see and hear, working at this place.” She paused thoughtfully for a moment, then asked, “How old do you think I am?”
“Um….”
“Sixty-five.” I was shocked. She appeared at least ten years younger.
“What I’ve learned is this– you have to be happy within yourself. None of this stuff matters.” She motioned around the cute little dressing room. Oh my god, I adored my philosopher/ bra saleslady. We sniffled. It was such a touching conversation. Then:
“I find my happiness with Him,” she said, pointing up to the ceiling of the dressing room. At first I thought she meant some roofer or something, but then I realized she meant The Man Upstairs, The One Above the Mall. Uh oh. ”Do you know Him? Do you read the Bible?”
“Um…no. And I’m really not into organized religion.”
“Neither am I,” she said, “but you know, you have to make a decision. Do you want to go to Heaven, or do you want to go to Hell?” Great. Yet another decision to make. I couldn’t even figure out which bra to buy, for Pete’s sake.
I groaned inwardly. She was trying to save me– in the Victoria’s Secret dressing room. I love things like this, but at the same time I hate it, because when very righteous people find out that I’m a died-in-the-wool heathen, it often ruins the mood.
“Well, see, I have a problem with that concept too. But I do see what you’re saying, and I am listening.” For a moment, I considered the fact that if getting saved meant that I stayed as well-preserved as Bunny, it might just be worth looking into.
She looked at me sadly for a moment, shook her head, then left the dressing room without a word. I gathered up my purse, my two bras and five panties and went to the register. Amadeus met me there, and I told him about my fabulous saleslady. A cashier rang up my birthday gifts and put them into one of those adorable pink striped bags.
“Wait,” I told Amadeus. “I want to go and thank Bunny, and tell her goodbye.”
I looked around the entire shop, but she was nowhere to be found. Nowhere. Poof. It was a little spooky. Had she even existed? Had she been sent as some sort of birthday present from God?
“Wow,” I said to my roommate as we left the store, “I think I met a real live Victoria’s Secret Angel.”
What a great post! I am so glad you shared it. Happy birthday!
Thanks so much for stopping by, and for the birthday wishes too!
Happy 50 and thanks for starting my day out with a smile!! Awesome post. Can’t wait to peruse more. Congrats on being Freshly Pressed!!
Thank you Kim– so glad you liked it. Thanks also for letting me know I was Freshly Pressed– what an honor!
Wonderful story! I think you’ll probably think of this day often as your year progresses. Acceptance of one’s self is monumental.
Remember, “Chin up!” as Bunny said.
Thanks for stopping by! You’re right about the self-acceptance thing, sometimes it’s just hard for me to accept.
I think after fifty, it’s “Chins up!”
Interesting ..keep up the good work.
Thanks, Kink!
Hebrews 13:1-2
1. Let love of the brethren continue. 2. Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it.
It is quite possible that you did :O). Meet an angel that is… What a birthday present! A messenger to help you in your time of need, Thanks for writing this witty and wonderful post and I pray you listen and take to heart the words spoken to you.
Thank you so much, Juanuby! I like your quotes. I believe that one way or another, Bunny was an angel!
I’m going to be hitting the big “L” next year! I so related to your post! And it cracked me up!
This year for my 49th I splurged and bought myself………….a black lace bra. OOOOOOOOOH NAAASTY!
Some of us women are so critical of ourselves. Oh wait, that’s because we’re not models or hollywoods stars. We’re the normal ones!
Kudos on being Freshly Pressed! Well deserved!
Most of us women do seem to be pretty self-critical. It’s so funny, because middle-aged men start growing beer guts and sprout hair from every orifice, and it’s all just fine. We women start thinking about having the fat sucked out of our elbows.
Congratulations on your bra!
Love this post! Happy birthday and congrats on being freshly pressed!
Thanks so much, Kelly!
What a great post! Happy birthday! Congrats on getting Freshly Pressed!
Thank you for stopping by! I haven’t been “Pressed” in a long time– it feels great!
Speaking from experience, I think 50 rocks. You can rock it too, and I know you are already. Ooh, and have you checked out Soma Intimates? Do they have that out where you are? It’s a division of Chicos and actually, I like it better than VS. I used to shop VS all the time, but I find the teeny-bopper atmosphere a bit too depressing. And Soma has som really, really nice things – good prices too. Probably better than VS.
No one rocks 50 like you do. You could give lessons (I would sign up). I just checked out Soma and there aren’t any around here. I did send off for their catalog, though it makes me feel a little disloyal to Bunny. Huge hugs to you, Claire.
Happy L! I yearn to be greeted with someone like Bunny as I shop for undergarments. All I can usually find are the 20something girls who have no real desire to make you feel good about yourself, as they’re too busy on their smartphones. Ha! Truly a great story…you have a wonderful roommate as well. Amadeus rocks!
Wow. You were lucky. The last Victoria’s Secret employee who attempted to help me looked like she was one of their models and gave me nothing other than a serious case of the I-hate-my-bodies. I wish Bunny would turn up at my Victoria’s Secret.
Ha! Is there some sort of medication available for the I-hate-my-bodies?
I wish that there were a million Bunnies in the world, and that at least a third of them worked at intimate apparel shops.
By the way…that Anonymous post was me…ugh…my account logged out while I was replying…so yes…much appreciated…
Rat, I’m answering your comment here, since I couldn’t seem to do it on your other one. Thank you!!! I think I lucked out with Bunny. My self-esteem issues would have probably sent me running from the store had I had one of the twenty-somethings. Do you think smartphones really make them smarter?
Amadeus isone great roommate.
I thought my services were going to be in need when I saw champagne, but then you had that flat tire… and I realized I have never reviewed any champagnes anyway. Damn! But, I was happy to read about the taupe bra. That’s kinda sexy. You go.
-Wineguider
Winedguider, we 50th birthday celebrators need your guidance. I hope you do review a champagne or two- I have a feeling I’ll be needing some soon. My taupe bra rocks!
GREAT STORY! And, yes, a little creepy.
I am a total Vicki girl — and I can relate to your situation with Bunny completely. Happy 50th. And congrats on the new cleavage!
Crystal
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Hi, Crystal. My cleavage and I thank you!!
What a great blog. Makes me look forward to my 50th next year! Thanks for your honesty!
Soulbridge, I hope your 50th is as wonderful as mine was. Thanks for reading!
Happy b-day (in arrears!) You write wonderfully! Witty and sharp. I love your funny simile: “but my mind went as blank as Paris Hilton’s facial expressions.”!
Thanks, Katarina! I couldn’t think of anything blanker.
Oh what a cute story! And your birthday plans sound perfect,. Happy birthday!!
Thank you! It ended up being a great day. After the mall, we went to dinner, and later my daughter came over with a martini delivery. None of it was what I’d planned, but it was all just lovely.
Happy birthday. Fabulous post. You should try and get it published somewhere that will pay you. It’s a great story.
Much of my time is spent looking for those elusive beings who will publish and pay me. If you have any suggestions, please let me know (then I could shop for more expensive bras!).
Thanks for your comment!
I loved this! Thanks for making me appreciate my “honest bras”, and for actually looking forward to being L in my not-too-distant-enough future. Congratulations for also making it a ‘Freshly Pressed’ Birthday. Very Cool and well deserved! – MoSop
MoSop, we honest bra gals have to stick together, although I must say that the dishonest ones are very appealing in their way. Thanks for all the good wishes!
Ahhh, I love this. Reminded me of bra shopping with my mom. We’re not well endowed women, and she was an advocate of the “honest bra.” When I want a lift, a push up, some padding, some help, she chimes in with her “hon, it’s just false advertising…” speech.
Happy birthday. Some of my best friends are 50+ We women get better with age.
False advertising has its appeal. It’s just that I worry that disappointment will ensue when the wrapper is removed.
Here’s to 50!
So how much was the purchase?
Oh, and Happy Birthday too!
Ahem…I can’t remember exactly, but somewhere around $85. And thank you!
Congrats on being freshly pressed!
Thank you so much for sharing! It’s good to hear that you had a great birthday!
Thanks, Kim– I really did!
Great Story… And Happy Birthday!!!!
Oops- I missed some of these comments. Thank you, Kass!
I turn 50 in a couple of years and I’m actually looking forward to it!
Great post!!! Oh, and happy birthday and may you have many more!!!
Looking forward to it makes a lot more sense than dreading it. I mean, it’s going to happen, right?
Hope yours is as great as mine was!
Bravo on the post. I know it must of taken you a lot of courage to post this. But I really enjoyed reading it. All your posts are great!
Happy Birthday
Hi and thank you! No courage, I just had to learn to say the words “I’m fifty.” Kind of difficult to do at first, but if I sort of mumble….
I’m so glad you enjoyed visiting here. Come back any time!
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Wonderful post! Wonderful writing style! You made me forget I was reading about a gal buying bras and panties and left with the story of this exchange between two people.
Congrats on being freshly pressed!
pssst. [julian leans in and whispers] by the way… I kinda don’t believe in hell either.
julian, I answered this earlier, but for some reason it didn’t show up. I’m so glad you liked the story, and thank you! Being Freshly Pressed has made my day.
[Moonbeam whispers back] Hell is forgetting to pay the water bill.
Great post. I’ve got two more years to come up with my personal ‘L” post. I may need every minute of that time! Happy belated birthday!!
Thank you, princess plt (I definitely needed two years to prepare)!
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I appreciate this information very much. I’m checking them both out!! By the way, have you visited East of the Web? Great short stories (I’ve submitted some recently and am waiting to hear back).
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Thanks D- I recommend that you visit the WordPress Support Page: http://en.support.wordpress.com/. You can find out everything you need to create an uber cool blog of your own. You can also visit the Forums with any other questions you might have (there’s a wealth of knowledge there). Good luck!
Yeah, happy birthday. I so relate. The local hardware store had a seniors day and the young (of course) clerk asked if the man before me wanted the seniors discount for 55 year olds. It was my 51st birthday. Not terribly religious, I PRAYED not to be asked, lest have a ‘age’ breakdown there and then!
How hilarious! They must not have asked you or you wouldn’t be here today, telling about it.
Something similar happened on my 50th. People usually guess my age as younger than I am. I told a toothless old convenience store clerk that it was my birthday, and she said, “Do you mind if I ask how old you are?” I was all dressed up and feeling a little overly confident by this time, so I asked, “How old do you think I am?” She said, “Fifty.” I was devastated (someone later pointed out that she may have done this just to be mean). She then asked me how old I thought she was. I wanted to say, “seventy-seven,” but being from the south, I was overly polite and guessed a low 53. “I’m 56!” she crowed proudly. I wanted to punch her, but being so old and all, I didn’t want to hurt myself.
This is fabulous! I’m only 20 but somehow this tale is very relatable. I really enjoyed reading it.
Thanks so much, Sara! Your blog name intrigues me. I’ve got to visit it (and a bunch of others here). Glad you stopped by.
You know how it is – so many blogs to read, so little time. I’ve been derelict in visiting but happened to catch you on Freshly Pressed, and here I am.
Wonderful post! Sounds to me Bunny might have been straight out of “It’s a Wonderful Life”, but I’m generally more into accepting than explaining angels so – whatever
I know this – you’re just a young ‘un. Here I am, creaking along at 63. But I’ll tell you this – it’s more fun every year that passes, not less.
And I’m loving this blogging business – a few entries have been published in local mags, a couple poems in a book and I just cruised past a million page views. Excellent fun for an old-fashioned essayist!
Now, I have to go cruise your archives!
I definitely know how it is. I carry around a great deal of blog guilt, for not having the time to read. I’m just glad to see you here. A thousand congratulations on getting published!!
It was like “It’s a Wonderful Life!” More like “It’s a Wonderful Dressing Room.”
My mother just celebrated her 70th birthday, and told me that she is having so much fun that she didn’t have time to stop and think about it. That’s how I want to be when (and if) I grow up.
I love your sense of humor and your realistic approach to L. i think the biggest problem we have is that we usually feel younger than the way we look, and we don’t perceive ourselves as looking the way we do! Kind of like listening to your voice on a recording-that couldn’t possibly be me-my voice is so much smoother, seductive and sexy.
Happy Birthday and congrats on Freshly Pressed.
I think you hit the nail on the head. I definitely don’t feel L. I’m thankful that my vision gets worse as I age, because that enables me to think that I don’t look L either.
Thanks so much for commenting– being Freshly Pressed is like celebrating my birthday all over again!
I LOVE this story – great! I don’t remember who said it, but it’s true – “Fifty ain’t nothin’ but a number”. Happy belated bday and keep up the most excellent work. Cheers!
It’s true, Izzie! It ain’t nothin’ but a number. But *gulp* it’s a mighty big number. It’s kind of growing on me though. Thanks so much for the birthday wishes.
Great story!
Glad you enjoyed it!
thats a good story
continue about that!
Thank you, Hesam. I plan on continuing to continue.
oh! and Happy Birthday!
Thank you!
I turned 50 in April and took myself to Scotland.
I found you through FP this morning and noticed we read a lot of the same blogs. I know I will definitely explore you further.
Love the “Emergency ID card!”
What a nice birthday gift to yourself– better than underwear! So glad you stopped by– I’m planning to visit your blog too.
I hope you print that card off and carry with you everywhere.
I went to Ireland not once, but TWICE, after I turned 50. I was invited to join the board of a prestigious theater company after I turned 50. I’m going back to school, and I’m over 50. And a good looking guy tried his best to chat me up this week.
From where I sit, 50 is the start of something good.
You can make your 50s great, or you can make ‘em miserable. Completely your choice, my dear! (But I know which choice I’m enjoing more.)
(((Leslie))) I’m glad to see you. Your fifties sound fantastic! So far, not much has changed. I’m with you– I may get older, but I plan to never get old (or stagnant). I love seeing what’s on the next page.
Brilliant writing. The best post I have seen on WordPress so far.
Wow, Pat, thank you. Your comment is a wonderful birthday gift.
wow!! This is by far the best blog post I have read!! just MARVELOUS!!!!!!
Happy 50 to you too!!!!!
Wow! And this is a great comment!!! That is just so nice of you.
50 is okay, 55 is better. Thanks for sharing. I’m off to figure out how to subscribe to your stream. (7th day using WordPress, cut me some slack please. ;o)
Gandalfe, you are cut as much slack as you need! Welcome to WordPress (and my blog)!
Thanks so much for this blog, Miss. I find this purely inspiring and I won’t let that go to waste. This world is in need of more Bunnys and it’s time I start being one! I hope that receive more blessings now that you are awake to the beauty of age.
Ed
I am just so overwhelmed by all of these lovely comments. I’m glad you like Bunny– we do need more like her in the world. Thank you again for your kind words.
Happy Birthday! seem like you ha an enjoyable time even though your camping trip didn’t work out.
Many thanks! I’ll still go camping soon. For my birthday, I enjoyed this Bunny more than any I would see outdoors.
The big LII for me tomorrow. It’s funny how the least inspirational of reports can be the most inspirational. You probably didn’t mean to, but you yourself were very uplifting. Hope you got at least that much from your knew purchases!
I got a bigger lift from some of these comments than I have from the bras, but they come in a close second. Happy (early) birthday!
It has been fun seeing all the comments and your replies to them as well. However, I am worried that you are going to try to reply individually to every comment, and, since you are “freshly pressed”, there may be another 1000 to come! Take a rest, admire your new underwear, and watch an old episode of “Touched by an Angel” (Is that what it was called? – I did enjoy it, even though it was so corny at times – and, of course, completely fictional).
After reading this, I worried that I was doing something wrong- that maybe I was the only blogger who responded to comments on Freshly Pressed! Nope. Whew! I usually try to reply to comments on my blog (though sometimes I get behind). I love the dialogue. Today’s been CRAZY, but I just did what I always do. It’ll slow down soon. In the meantime, I’ve been enjoying the response more than any episode of “Touched by an Angel” that I ever watched. Except for that one about the puppy with the heart monitor.
Thanks for your concern, Pat. I’m glad you stopped back by.
Congrats on being freshly pressed!
Thank you so much for sharing! It’s good to hear that you had a great birthday!
Thanks, Y3- I really did!
Hilarious and winderful post.
Happy Birthday!
My daughter and I go malling now and again and I kid her about shopping at Victorias Secret, “Oh honey look your favorite store Ho’s- R- Us.”
She got me back recently when I suggested we peruse Frederick’s “Mommy I never shop at “Toys For Twats.”
I laugh my way through these stores and like you, buy for function not fashion.
Seems to work for my “roomie”.
Oh, this was funny! I feel better about some of the exchanges my daughter and I have. Thanks for making me laugh!
Thanks for being honest… i hope you have a very happy birthday. you deserve it. your post really got my attention, and made me very happy…. i needed to read something like that. have a great birthday, take care.
-Andrew
Thank you, Andrew. I’m so glad it made you happy!
this was my first blog to read. today is my first blog to write day, kind of like a new birthday to celebrate and justify this glass of red wine. i loved reading this. i hope you had on the butterfly undies on when you wrote it, that would be empowering. thanks for the great first read
Wow…how lucky I feel to celebrate with you! I’ll definitely check out your new blog. As for the panties, um……
Lovely small portrait you made for that major event,turning 50.You should consider writing for a job:) And happy birthday!!!
I do consider writing my job– I just seldom get paid to do it. And thank you!
Happy b-day, doll, from a true-blue heathen ;D
Thanks, Heathen Sister!
Love your post. 50 life is just starting.
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I’m happy you liked it. I’m ready for that new start!
I loved this and want everyone to read it!
Too good, if there is such a thing. So glad Bunny was there for you. 
And I turn L1 soon . . .hmmm. I was thinking of new dish washing cloths or some not too heavy dumbells. Might have to rethink. 
Thanks for making me laugh today!
I was glad Bunny was there too, Debbie. I think that after 50, we deserve completely frivolous, impractical gifts. Maybe you could compromise and find some sexy, black lace wash cloths, or some dark chocolate dumbbells.
Beautiful post
Thank you.
I love it. My favorite line: “This bra could totally change my life.”
I have one like that.
Happy Birthday MM!
I believe it to be true. I’m starting a special fund so that I can buy one. Thanks, (((VGB))).
Thanks for introducing me to the concept of L. I am adopting it immediately. I am about to turn XLV and will then be on the downward run to L. I am looking forward to it
– although i have to keep telling myself that. (?)
I found the road to L to be more of an uphill run. An uphill run on a very steep mountain.
A fine narration with a message ! “You have to be happy within yourself” That’s it. How to do it is what you should learn by 50. People who run after illusions of power, money, glamour, adventure, addictions, and the like all do so to satisfy their urge for inner happiness. True happiness is a mirage for many. The living angel at the odd store gave a hint. Follow it up.
Thank you for the good writing and Good Luck !
I’m running after illusions of plastic surgery, steady income and true love. Is that wrong? I wonder if Bunny would approve. Seriously, she was one very wise angel. I doubt I’ll ever forget her advice.
so hot, sexy~~~i love her~~
Love this post. Thanks for sharing.
You’re welcome– thank you for reading.
Love the story about your day getting bras. I used to buy cute bras, but now I just go for comfort. Underwire bras hurt me. Happy belated birthday. I am LVI
I like the way that looks.
I don’t do the underwire either, Connie, just really strong straps for hoisting.
I loved this! Best blog post I have read in a long time. I actually laughed out loud! Who knew old people could be so funny? Your might be my new favorite blog…
Heyyyyyy…..who you calling old?
mmm, yum yum! sure do like the pic. yikes!
Beautiful young lady, is such a beautiful voice. There are many strange and happy thoughts
Aw! I got a little chill as I read the “poof she was nowhere to be found part”.
Hope you had a lovely birthday
Remember – age only matters if you’re a cheese :p
Thank you, Tashi. I love your quote!
Man, you’d think that with a roommate who has a name meaning “lover of God”, you would have met a bra angel earlier.
Well… we’ve only been roommates since June.
Great post! Happy birthday and congrats on being freshly pressed.
Thanks so much!
just one word . GOrGeous.
Happy belated birthday! This type of anecdote on life certainly trumps many other kinds of writing in terms of engaging the reader… Love your post, thanks for the sharing!
The next half to go!
I will be subscribing
So glad you were engaged, and happy to have you as a reader!
50 is no age – which, they tell us, is just a number. How brave of you to go public with this sobering but inescapable fact. When I hit 50, I’ll simply lie about it, or get the necessary surgary to prove otherwise
I thought about lying too. If I do go that route, instead of lowering my age, I’m going to raise it to about 60. Then people will tell me how fabulously young I look.
Really, it’s not sobering or inescapable or brave. It’s just life.
I don’t know if an angel would be called Bunny, that is pretty hilarious right there. I know how it is walking into those Victoria Secret’s and you aren’t too sure what to get, and it does change how you feel when you get some new shiny bras/panties. And, I totally wouldn’t know what to do if she started talking religious with me, I’m a heathon too and a salesperson has never talked about religious stuff with me, which I count myself lucky.
I felt lucky because she did talk religion with me. Normally, that wouldn’t be the case, but because of the angel (Bunny), the timing (my birthday) and the place (VS) it was an experience that I treasure.
All angels should have names like Bunny or Bambi or Starry or Puppy– the friendly ones anyway.
What a great post! COngrats on getting spoiled on your 50th and on being freshly pressed. I adore your sense of humour, and this was my favorite freshly pressed post i’ve seen in a while.
I have been cornered in some of those God situations myself. And when it just sneaks up on you, and the person is SO nice, I never know what to say, because I am not religious at all! It’s easier if they start being judgemental and arrogant and rude about it, but when it’s a sweet woman by the name of BUnny…. oh dear.
Much love !
Cheers
Muchas gracias (I think I’ve written “thank you” at least 65 times)! I am so glad you enjoyed!
The “God situations” happen all the time in my neck of the woods, but never in such a lovely way as this.
Fantastic post! Thoroughly enjoyed the read and a great hidden message somewhere in there — which also indicates a really well-written piece!
Happy belated brithday too.
Drive on,
- M.
I’m glad you liked it, Ms. Miranda!
Hey miss, I read this blog yesterday and commented on it, but today at school you won’t believe what I met.
http://edxju.wordpress.com/2010/10/08/oh-look-a-bunny/
Sooo cute–and I like your new blog!
Awesome post moonbeam. Really nice. Congrats on being freshly pressed. Very well deserved. Your blog has always been a great read.
… and I hope your new undies are all nice and comfy.
So 50′s OK, right?
50′s good, David, at least the first 22 days have been! Glad you read this and that you liked it in the retelling.
Very comfy undies.
Beautiful post!
Happy belated birthday (though you do seem to’ve done stuff that’ll keep you happily heavened (and hoisted, as you put it) for long!)
And congrats for being freshly pressed. No one needs to guess why this post is such a hit.
It’s the kind that completely warms you up to the heart.
Good going! and keep your L as interesting as you’ve started it!
Thank you so much! It’s been a pretty great L.
I really did think of a whole ad campaign for the Hoist Bra, which would consist of a series of carefully placed pulleys. Some of the slogans in my head were, “Defy gravity. Hoist.” “Keep your girls up– Hoist.” “Give your boobs a boost– Hoist.” Sigh….I guess this is why I’m not a bra designer. Or an ad copywriter.
Happy Belated Birthday. (Fifty really isn’t that bad. I’ve been doing it for three years now.)
I just LOVE this post! I Love your entire blog!!
You are an awesome writer.
Found you thru a post on … ANYTHING EVERYTHING NOTHING AT ALL.
Write on
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Ann, you’ve made my day. I love your blog too, and look forward to reading more. What an honor to be added to your Blogroll! Thank you!
Mr. P!!!!! I think you’re right– in fact, in every post going forward, I’m going to insert the names Pete and Bunny.
Thank you for the birthday wishes. I hope your brother was less traumatized than I was.