Hello Dear Readers. I hope you all had a wonderful week and that you will have an even more wonderful weekend. 

For me, this week started out by driving an hour and 20 minutes to my dentist to get new trays for my Invisilign braces (which I’m loving by the way).

And I am happy to report, Dear Readers, that the hillbilly tooth that was nearly sticking perpendicularly out of my mouth (making it look like I just had the one), has been almost completely rehabilitated into a Responsible Citizen of the Mouth!

The dentists and his assistant were very proud of me for wearing my braces regularly!  I thought I did a good job too for a little girl who is only 60. (Although they didn’t give me even so much as a sticker for it, even though I drove so far.  But I didn’t want to say anything.)

Then the next day I went shopping with one of my pregnant daughters, Nikki, for maternity clothes.  I say one of my pregnant daughters because I have two pregnant daughters! My oldest daughter, Jackie, is also pregnant!

So Nikki and I went to H & M which is a young person’s clothing store.  You can tell this the minute you walk in the door because the music is loud, very, very loud.

It was weird though because the only people in the store besides Nikki and I were a bunch of old ladies.

So I decided to try on a couple of things (well all the other old ladies were!).  But when I went up to the Dressing Room Girl holding some clothes, she said in an incredulous tone, “YOU want to try those on?”

Judging from the crowd of Geritols milling around in the store, you’d think she would have been used to us old ladies trying to recapture our youths by shopping in stores that played music at hip-breaking decibels.  But no.

In fact, for a second there I didn’t think she was going to let me. For a second there, I thought she was going to ask for my ID.

Finally, she mouthed for me to “go on in” figuring, correctly, that I was deaf from the music. (Maybe she decided that it was never too late to be the deci-Bell of the ball — ha ha.)

Now, in addition to the synapse-scrambling music, this H & M store also had backwards escalators in that the side of the escalator that went up was instead, on the side that should have gone down, etc. and maybe even vice versa — but for sure etc.

Frankly, I see it as yet another attempt like the very loud music and the Dressing Room Girl Centurion to keep old ladies like me from wanting to shop in their store and why not?  You gotta admit, nothing dulls the cutting edge of fashion faster than a room full of elastic waistbands and comfortable shoes and gray roots.

Anyway, in the end, Nikki found some really cute maternity clothes and I bought myself a cute,  little pink sweatshirt with fur around the hood (hoodie?).

And I’m telling you Dear Readers, You can’t believe how young I feel because of it!    I don’t feel a day over 55!

Maybe it’s because my new pink hoodie really goes good with my braces!

Ah . . . now if I can just find  my skate key . . .

Until next time . . . I love you