Today, I was on a mission to buy a slip. Slips are fabulous little scraps of material that keep your shocking undies from glowing through your clothes. These things did exist about 12 years ago. At that point, I was working as a fashion gal at the local K-Mart and we sold them.
I searched for many whiles today and, while unable to find a slip, I did find many things that promised to smoothe my ass, trim my thighs, uplift my ass, smoosh my tummy, and onward. I even found an "invisible bra" which was, at that time, visible on the hanger. I assumed it either: 1. had a smart microchip homing device that would have it quickly return to the factory, and when you couldn't find it, you'd console yourself with the fact that it was invisible and what else did you expect? or 2. turn invisible once it reached body temperature.
Invisible bras aside, this has been a sad step back in underwear technology. I just wanted a slip. It could be they've fallen out of fashion in the last dozen years. It could be they didn't sell well; after all, I only need one every decade or so. And while I sit here and ponder this sad state of affairs, I remember that once again I left my beer in the freezer. Argh!!
An Erinku:
in cooler weather
in morning
grumpy
like bear.
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