The week after I'd returned home from Des Moines, I received a small package in the mail from my aunt. Inside were two thongs - well, not thongs, exactly - and, no, they hadn't been worn.
I'm not normally a post-repeater, but "The Thongs We Do For Love" (posted on Venus and by Yahoo! on Shine) seemed to really hit a nerve with women of a certain age.
So, in honor of my Grammy - who had the best sense of humor in the whole world...
THE THONGS WE DO FOR LOVE (March 26, 2008)
There was not an actual "quest" for a thong; more of a passing commentary. My aunt tells the story better since she was there, but I'll give it a stab with my own twist (we can always do the "Corrections" thing later).
The day that my Grandmother was being admitted into the hospital, she and my aunt were left to sit unattended in the waiting area for three hours (not cool). I can only assume that after a significant amount of time had passed since they'd gotten checked in, my Grandmother's immediate anxieties (if she'd had any) had quelled enough that she was on to other things in her mind.
Out of the blue, the subject of thongs came up ("Well, not thongs exactly."). Okay - here's what I love about my Grandmother - she still thinks like a 35 year-old woman. Maybe all women her age have similar thoughts and maybe they even talk about them; I would very much like to believe that this is true. You go, golden girls!
Anyway, my aunt tucked the thought away and shared it with me during my visit last week. I don't think she'd really even finished the story before we came to the simultaneous conclusion that a thong must be purchased. We went into Younkers and, with the help of a lovely salesperson, found exactly what we were looking for. Whether or not it was what Grammy had in mind - well, we'd find out soon enough.
The day that my Grandmother was being admitted into the hospital, she and my aunt were left to sit unattended in the waiting area for three hours (not cool). I can only assume that after a significant amount of time had passed since they'd gotten checked in, my Grandmother's immediate anxieties (if she'd had any) had quelled enough that she was on to other things in her mind.
Out of the blue, the subject of thongs came up ("Well, not thongs exactly."). Okay - here's what I love about my Grandmother - she still thinks like a 35 year-old woman. Maybe all women her age have similar thoughts and maybe they even talk about them; I would very much like to believe that this is true. You go, golden girls!
Anyway, my aunt tucked the thought away and shared it with me during my visit last week. I don't think she'd really even finished the story before we came to the simultaneous conclusion that a thong must be purchased. We went into Younkers and, with the help of a lovely salesperson, found exactly what we were looking for. Whether or not it was what Grammy had in mind - well, we'd find out soon enough.
I think many of you know my lovely partner in crime...
The presentation (in the mall outside of Younkers - in plain view, of course)...
What in the world?
Oh, for heavens sake!
A red pair, too?
You aren't going to tell anyone about this, are you?
Good times, good times...
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