Crotch Dew

So my pal Ronda sent me 

this and thought I should add it to 

my latest post.

Good idea as I was going to revisit

the topic being remiss in 

not mentioning 

Crotch Dew

in the earlier post.

Yeah, yeah,

we all go through it

and a lot of us feel we're the only

ones aging out faster than

blue cheese.

I love my age, I do.

The only reason I would wish to be young again

is to have more flexible joints. 

I'd like not to make noise when I sit down

or stand up, no pops, or grinds or groans.

My poor mom used 

to make "other" noises as she sat and arose

 and especially when she climbed stairs.

Thomas the Tank Engine was not a thing yet

or I'm sure the nickname "toot" would have happened.

Anyway crotch dew is just 

as unpleasant as boob sweat,

or swoob as I saw in an article yesterday.

I have switched to gowns to sleep in, 

spend the day in,

garden in,

Ok drive thru Wendy's last night in.

(I throw a shirt over top and it's a block away)

Crotch Dew is averted with  

soft sleeveless cotton gowns.

I got 4 this summer at Kohls.

50% off with addtl 30%

AHHHHHHH 

There is a reason that the ads for 

Poise and Always and such

are so much more prolific than before.

Baby Boomers are united in many, many ways.

Leaking, sweating and dewiness are just a few.

Laugh about it, talk about it.

We're all blue cheese.

Z