Unbecoming of an (old) lady.

It’s hot in the city.

While the east coast is preparing for the hurricane of the century, the west is sweltering.

Well, LA is.

I’m wearing a vest top and shorts, I’m working inside and I have no a/c.

In desperation, I just poured an ice cold bottle of water down my chest.

Twenty years ago that would have been as sexy as all hell.

But it occurred to me, as I watched the rivulets of water congregate in my 43-year-old cleavage, that it’s probably just as well I did it in the privacy of my own home.

Pouring water down your chest, like other things that were once sexy (hot pants, glitter eye-shadow and knee-high socks), are now merely the opening montage to a hilarious new sit-com about a sassy older lady who thinks she’s still got it!

As Dorothy Parker once said, ‘Life is a glorious cycle of song, a medley of extemporania. And love is a thing that can never go wrong. And I am Marie of Romania.’

I think that makes my point.

Frankly, I’m too hot to focus.

Also, I now have a damp carpet.

(That’s not a euphemism).

Spinny out.


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