after 34 years of marriage.

I wanted to say something about "walking in someone else's shoes" but came up blank.

Not that there's anything wrong with that.

We all sat in separate cubicles in a cubicle farm type of situation.

One of my co-workers, named Mark, suddenly screamed loudly and yelled "GODDAMNIT!

Then someone said "What's wrong, Mark?"

Mark said "I sat on my nuts".

After a couple of seconds, I deadpanned "Yeah, I've sat on Mark's nuts before, and let me tell you, it was no fucking picnic".

The whole place cracked up laughing, but one person took offense, and I was called into the director's office and scolded.

what to do. what to do.

certainly keep your "gravity" explanation in mind when I am with male friends.

Bras are miserable, but if you don't wear one you sag and jiggle, especially if you're old. For most of us the bra comes off as soon as you walk in the door, right after the shoes. But I didn't know that sitting on one's nuts could be a problem. If I hear a man randomly screaming now I will know why, but I suppose it's best not to say anything.

I'm sorry.

Probably never will

That the human body really wasn't designed for life after 40. I always hear that centuries ago, not many folks lived past that age -- today's 90 is yesterday's 40.
Looking at it THAT way, those aches and pains are merely the price of admission for Act 2, a part of the play that previous theater-goers never knew existed!

I don't remember what was going on in our lives, at the time, but my sweetie and I hadn't had dinner together for some time.

He says to me... "Isn't this great? We are going to have a romantic dinner together!"

I say..."Yes, it is!"

He opens the paper and says to me....."You want the front page or valley and state (section of the paper)?"

I say..."valley and state, please"

...told to me by my now 36 yr old older son when he was 12.

He came home from school one day and asked, "Mom, is it OK if I tell you a dirty joke?" "Sure," I replied.

Q: What did one saggy breast say to the other?
A: If we don't get some support soon, people will think we're nuts."

I thought it was really funny, and told it to the staff nurses at the peds office where I worked. They were all of a vintage to be able to relate to the imagery. I told my son that the nurses at my office had really enjoyed his joke.

In horror, he said, "Mom! You didn't tell them that I made that up, did you?" I assured him that I'd only told them that he'd relayed it to me. I was rather amused that he did not want to take credit for the cleverness of the joke.

This thread has me snorting thru my nose -

with your nutty little story.

....sorry...

laugh out loud when I read something. This was one of those — i assure you — rare times.

Thank you for that laugh this morning LC!

Breasts are mainly made up of fat but has some glan and fibrous tissue.


I thought I was done "growing" once, but I was 16 or 17 and got a last minute growth spurt in my breasts. It was painful. It felt like someone had punched me and continued to punch me in that area for days. This had never happened to me before.


I can't speak for any other ladies but I stopped buying underwire bras a long time ago. When that wire starts coming through the material it's quite painful getting stabbed with that underwire. There's a certain place where I buy the most inexpensive and comfortable bras.

The issue isn't walking around with breasts, it's unexpected growth spurts and uncomfortable bras.

And once we're at home and we don't have to back out in public, we generally just take the bra off. That's when gravity of the situation turns real for us!

So in reading this it sounds like we generally all have some sort of gravity issues!

You may know by now that I'm kind of oblivious to things. I'm usually thinking of 6 things at once, which means I'm not really paying attention to any one thing.

Our conversation this morning was kind of a continuation of last night, because I was all hassled up last night over something and my mind was wandering.

She approached me with a tape measure and asked me to measure the circumference of the bottom band of the bra she was wearing because she was going to buy some new ones.

So, I did that, and while I was doing that, I took notice of her bra and noticed the underwire (again, I never really pay much attention to things like that). I kept my mouth shut, but I thought to myself "How in the hell do people wear things like this"?

I'm sorry to read about your growth spurt, because that actually does sound very painful.

To the best of my knowledge, I've never experienced a growth spurt in my testicles, because you know me...I'd be on here complaining about it! You would see an OP something like "JESUS CHRIST, MY TESTICLES JUST TRIPLED IN SIZE! HAS THIS EVER HAPPENED TO ANYONE ELSE"?

There was an image that I wanted to share but I can't find it in my photo hoard.

Anyway, a wife's underwire came out of her bra in the the washing machine. The husband found the underwire and was clueless and thought that the wife's underwire was a part of the washing machine falling apart. He investigated the washing machine for awhile. I wonder how often the wife let this go on for to be honest.


So don't feel bad about being "oblivious".


Apparently it's lawn mowing day and I haven't had a shower yet. I had to move the hummingbird feeder because when my SO moves the feeder he empties the feeder by moving the entire shepard's hook. I have to make another batch of hummingbird feed today anyways but I had to put on a bra to go outside and move stuff around.

Yeah, I never had anything like that happen to me like that growth spurt. I'll never forget about that I'm sure.

Oh, Lucky! I could see you doing something like that too!

That's so funny about the washing machine!

I'm laughing as I read that you had to put a bra on to go outside! My wife has a fit that I'm constantly outside in my underwear and a shirt...conversing with people face-to-face.

I wear boxer briefs, and my shirts are long enough to pretty much cover anything "noticeable", so in my way of thinking, the underwear just looks like shorts, but my wife has a fit...YOU NEED TO STOP GOING OUTSIDE IN YOUR UNDERWEAR!

Good for you for taking care of the hummingbirds...they're the best!

I always run into neighbors while I'm outside and always converse face-to-face.


Making hummingbird food is on my to do list today. I'm also looking for a particular notebook as well, which one I don't know.

Sometimes I walk around the house with just a t-shirt and underpants on. I figured it's my house and I'll wear what I want. Then I'll step out on the porch to check the mail and from the front, it looks like I have a T-shirt and short shorts on. But when I turn back to go in the house, it's obvious I'm wearing a T-shirt and underwear with no pants.

So far, the neighbors haven't complained, at least not to me.