Hauling out of the house we set off for an optometrist's
appointment where one was informed that the retinas were like those of a 16
year old girl... they go with the 28 year old arse. Though in this case one
suspects it is to lack of use rather than always being late. Popping the
magnetic sunglasses down to pay the bill, the optometrist squeaked in protest;
not face down. Looking at him one laughed and said X in the 22 years one has
been coming here... you know you have outlasted several partners... the
glasses have been slept in, had sexual acts committed on them and had far worse
things happen to them than being placed lens down. It's not like that is going
to change. Besides it keeps you in boats... or is it still bikes?
See it seems like only yesterday that he was getting his
first riding lessons... on a little scooter... from a big, burly bloke on a
Harley.
He laughed and said I'll see you in a year.
After that we scampered off to Sushi for lunch and a little
retail... therapy. Actually one was on the hunt for some new PJ's. Contrary to
that wonderful fantasy of naked slave girls... though one is most of the
time... the reality is that here few houses are heated. And at this time of the
year it is starting to get nippy. So off one went on the great PJ hunt...
And may one just say for the record there is some singularly
unsexy nightwear out there...
Not that one was looking for sexy... oh no... there is a
criteria that includes, but is not limited to...
- Must be soft and comfortable
- Must be seperates... top and bottom are not the same size
- Must be neat and tidy... well there is the odd Tuesday night where one has been known to turn up to roll playing "dressed" in the PJ's... hey they don't judge
- Must go with some rather lurid booties... current ones are a screaming shade of fluoro orange J
- No frills... or cute prints of kittehs etc. What is this obsession women seem to have with those sorts of things?
In all of this a rather sexy red and black hound's tooth skirt may have got in there... and a LBD... 'cos a girl can never have too many of those in a hot climate.
He of course managed to find the odd bargain...
Which is why the sexy boots, underwear, stockings and little leopard print skirt that one had worn for this proved to be all for naught. And why one went to sleep with the sound of heavy gun fire booming through the speaker system...
6 comments:
I don't understand the kitten thing either or Betty boop or tweety bird or whatever. I do have a absolutely horrendous pair of footy pjs though. For some reason He doesn't come near me when I have them on. Must be the fear of static cling.
LOL cultural differences strike again... see one read footy (which is slang for football here) and thought does she barrack (which in Australia means support as opposed to Britain where it is heckling) for the wrong team and then realised that you meant literally that there were attached foot covers in your PJ's.
It's a miracle that we manage to communicate at all some days :D
WHoops I understood footy as football too!
And yes, I have PJs that are fit for viewing and I have PJs that are SO CRUMMY I don't even wear them in front of my parents (who sometimes live with me).
But never will I get the cartoon/cutesie PJs. (OR cellphone accessories, or shopping bag... have some dignity, women!)
Lmao. Ahhh this made my day. I thought later that there might be a mix up there, beings that there is a whole ocean between us. Yes, as in attached feet, one piece, long sleeved mess. It's very unattractive, though He might be more interested if it had one of those ass flaps. ;)
@T You know one has always thought those PJ's with a flap could be very practical... in the right climate :)
In more ways than one.
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