I want that shirt. I have been ogled in the past. Didn't mind it at all. Now that it doesn't ever happen any more I miss the possibility. I swear I turned 40 and the wheels came off, by body fell apart, my boobs dropped about six inches, my belly popped out, my upper arms turned into hams, and my butt went flat as a pancake.
Scared last night - went in to put some laundry away after J went to sleep. She was lying flat on her back with something in her mouth. Grabbed at it and it was a little key, like a lock key!?!?! I don't know where she got it or why she had it in her mouth, but I had terrible visions of it all night slipping down into her throat and her choking to death while we were in the next room. I hate it when it comes close enough to imagine.
"Any idiot can face a crisis; it is this day-to-day living that wears you out." -Anton Chekhov