Wailing and Gnashing of Teeth and Anti-Sneak-Floof Fashion Advice

Today was a day of great cleaning in the house.  This is the playroom.  The boys had to clean it.  And there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth.

This is where I write The Blog.  It needed to be cleaned as well.  I had to clean it.  And there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth.

Here is but a tiny sample of the dishes that needed to be washed, dried and put away.  The boys and I had to clean it together.  And there was much wailing and … yeah, yeah, you get the idea.

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More suspect fashion advice from The Lizard:

If you buy a button-down shirt, check it out from the side.  It’s very difficult to find ones that don’t floof out all funny in the back.  Like this one:

The Sneak-Floof-In-The-Back is a pet peeve of mine.  The shirt looks great from the front and fits well on the sides, but when you turn sideways, suddenly, you’re double thick.  Who wants to be double thick?  Not me!  And not you, either.

See, this is the actual shape of my back, and I daresay the vast majority of women do not have random growths on their spines, even though the makers of button-down shirts seem to think we all do.

I ended up with the blue and yellow pullover, because it doesn’t accommodate my non-existent hunch.  And speaking of hunches, I’m off to find some calcium pills.

See here on how to avoid a “dowager’s hump.”  #1 piece of advice: don’t slump at your computer.  Oooo.  Are you slumping right now?  I was.

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12 thoughts on “Wailing and Gnashing of Teeth and Anti-Sneak-Floof Fashion Advice

  1. Just did that yeaterday,the purging of broken toys and such and a thankless job it is because the grandkids were over later and not happy about it.One even cried You had a garage sale didn’t ya!

    • I went in looking for a button-down shirt, and came out with a pullover. How does this always happen? I have to stick to New York & Company for button-downs that don’t floof in the back.

  2. Now I know why your kids recoil in such horror when I come over, and why they run, screaming, to other parts of the house when I try to engage them in childlike play. It’s because several days prior to my arrival you force them into so cruel and sadistic type of child labor; telling them that if I weren’t coming to visit, they wouldn’t have to do any work and they could continue to wallow in their own filth forever.

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