Saturday Night Fever: Shower{ed} With Attention

It was the last day of our hot-weather getaway when it dawned on me that we hadn’t really taken any photos.

“Smotchyyyyy!” I shouted from the shower after catching a glimpse of the steam-drip fogged shower door in vanity mirror across from me. “Smotchy, bring the camera!”

And so it was that I found myself showered with {photographic} attention while I was in the shower.

He, of course, was being a total dork. Bending and angling, ogling and “Hold that pose!”-ing, while snapping off a ridiculous amount of (blurry, badly-angled) pics.

I’m surprised any of them turned out, honestly. What with all his jumpy, quick-flash phone-camera-ing. But this one isn’t too bad.

And when I returned the favor…

…playing paparazzi to a showering Smotchy…

…I found that those photos weren’t too bad either. 😉

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Bloody hell, I’m getting old.

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FAIR WARNING: This post discusses bodily functions! If the realities of What Comes Out Of Your Body are abhorrent to you, you might want to click away. ASAP.

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The Bloody JOY of Aging

I am getting old, yo.

Like, there is the creaky bones and throw-your-back-out-without-even-trying thing. And there is the soreness and tiredness thing. The Why did all the fat in my body just migrate to my belly? thing and the totally-exhausted-because-I-woke-up-today-and-THAT-was-a-lot-of-work thing are sort of just… always-present givens. And nevermind the hairy chin and wrinkles and swollen feet (!! — the fuck?!) and age spots and all that good stuff.

But there is also the must-always-have-a-bathroom-accessible thing (which sucks, lemmetellya) and the Is my body reacting to the food? The medicine? The sun cycle, the stock market, the speed limit??? WTF?!? thing.

Which has been A ThingTM more than usual lately.

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Sexy

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What does ‘sexy’ mean?

It’s a word that gets thrown around a lot. A person may be described (or self-describe) as ‘sexy’ and an item of clothing might be ‘sexy’. I think intelligence is sexy; my husband thinks sweaty Feve is sexy. Someone who’s super into music hears a new tune and dubs it ‘sexy’. A collector purchases an amazing antique one-of-a-kind thingamajig that will perfectly round out their collection of whatsamabobs, and says, “Ooooh, that’s sexy.”

But…

What does it mean?

According to the for-the-masses Google definition (above), ‘sexy’ means:

  1. sexually attractive or interesting
  2. sexually aroused
  3. exciting or appealing

And, y’know…

That just doesn’t work for me. *laugh*

Because, context. And individuality. And attraction (or lack thereof) and Is it 117 degrees? Then no fucking way and there is always ALWAYS the issue of whether or not I might be hangry.

But to break this down — and there’s your exit, folks; if this kind of thing does not appeal to you then run away now, while you still can! *laugh* — I cannot utilize this definition in a way that suits me.

BECAUSE, to start with:

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Saturday Night Fever: Comic Relief

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woman with sprawled legs wearing Wonder Woman comic underwear

It got hot for a minute, my friends.

Like that whole “Temperature’s Rising” thing really happened. The temperatures rose to over 90 degrees where I live and then to over 115 where I vacationed.

So instead of donning my usual sleepwear (which runs to ‘warm and fuzzy’ even in the summer months) during the mini heat wave, I briefly (get it?) traded out long sleeves and long pants for tank tops and undies.

Or: {w}undies, as above. 😉

I have a small collection of superhero stuff — T-shirts mostly, but also underpants; they’re like my own personal grown-up Underoos — and I’ve gotta say…

Wearing them as a way of staying cool in the heat gives whole new meaning to the term ‘comic relief’.

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