This was a happy day in our house. When the hubby comes in from getting the mail with some kind of weird smirk on his face, something is up. When he wants to peruse some of it while waiting for dinner, of course I have to check out what it is. And, good Lord, when I find that my 63 year old man now considers a Spanx catalogue fun, I am thinking that a full care facility is not so far away.
There were many years that my Victoria’s Secret catalogues would appear somewhere other than where I put them. Honestly, go for it. Less work for me. When I got too many extra parts to look decent in their stuff, I made the catalogues stop coming. Who needs to invite something into their home to make them feel worse? So anyway, ladies, Spanx is the new soft porn.
So, the actual Spanx products. All respect to the creator, but if I wanted to exercise more, I would. Putting those things on seems like work. Then, say you look so awesome that you wanna get frisky–you have to get out of them. Maybe I have missed it, but I have never seen grunting, pulling, and tugging a stretched to the max piece of spandex off as part of a hot love scene. Seems like you would be too tired for the main event.
However, keep those catalogues coming. They are making one past his prime dude and his over it wife very happy.