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One of the things I love most about weekends is not having to wear pantyhose. Really, I don't know who thought the concept of an elasticized corset with legs would be comfortable. Maybe it works for sausage, but around a middle age waist, it's just plain torture. After years of tolerating tight waistbands and the inevitable "overflow bulge" that happens when your abdominal fat is squashed upwards (where else is it going to go?), I'd finally had it. I had been avoiding taking drastic measures up until now, but my sanity was at stake.  Read more >

It's 5:00 a.m., and the crying from the other room has just begun. I try to bury my head under the blankets but the relentless, mournful whimpers have reached nails-on-chalk-board level. Thank God, I never had a cholically baby, I think to myself, wrapping the pillow around my head. I would have needed sedation. Despite the fact I haven't been startled awake by infantile distress in more than twenty-six years, my unconscious mothering instinct prods at me with every quavering howl.  Read more >