Alas, the autumn is upon us. The leaves are turned. The rain has come. My hot flashes have subsided for the time being. Time to pull out the winter, sweaters, jackets, rain gear, and my favorite corduroy pants. This year my old gray corduroys are baggier than ever since I dropped a few pounds. So I donned them for day and was sad to find out that even when the pants are not too tight they still utter a zippy whisper with every step.
What the pants whisper is up for interpretation. When they were tight I was sure they quietly buzzed the phrase, "Too fat, too fat, too fat". Now, that I'm a year older and have a bum knee, I think they mutter, "Slow down, slow down, slow down."
Why does anyone wear corduroy pants anyway?
Peace! lw
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