Old Lady Pants
Nothing to See Here — Move Along
Something made me happy the other day. I’m still smiling.
I got my first pair of old lady pants. If I knew how comfortable they were going to be, I would have bought them when I was 32 and not 68.
No more yelping when I sit down. No more looking like I’ve got hemorrhoids. No more picking my seat when I get up.
I can get dressed again!
I can sit here writing without suffering at the same time.
Yeah, for old lady pants.
I couldn’t find a picture to illustrate this piece. Tried Unsplash and got a bunch of totally unrelated things. Went looking on Google, and they showed me what old lady pants look like in plastic. I suppose that will be for the next upgrade when I become incontinent. Until then, hey, I’m comfortable.
