Modesty's Down the Crapper

Please excuse the abrasiveness of the title of this post, but girls, there's just no other way to put it. The past two days here in the Peach State have been glorious. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, the weeds are growing, and folks are bringing out their summer clothes. About a month too early, in my opinion, but nonetheless, they've brought them out anyway. I've never seen so much skin in March before in my life. Nobody is ready for Spring and Summer more than me. Nobody. But for everything there is a season. Or so we've been told.

I'm just wondering where in the heck modesty went because it's sure not around anywhere I've been this weekend. Some of the clothes I've seen girls wearing has me really thinking that it has indeed has gone down the crapper. I'm not talking about just a low-cut dress or top. I'm talking about a one-wrong-move-and-your-areola-is-showing dress or top! Or a one-wrong-turn-and-your-whole-booty-is-showing skirt! And even worse still, I'm not just talking about on girls my age, but on high school age girls too! I'm just not sure what makes girls think that everyone in a restaurant wants to see every square inch of their body. I'm comfortable enough in my skin to say that I think a little is okay, but EVERY SQUARE INCH, well, as my MaMa Kimball used to say, that's bad enough to gag a buzzard. And when I see a cute, young high school girl dressed like a tramp on the street, that really makes me want to gag.

When my sisters and I were growing up, way back in time, my dad gave us the once-over before we left the house. I think he did that because he knew that the fine young gentleman we were going out with would most definitely be doing the same thing, as well as would anyone else that we might see. He certainly didn't want us giving out free peep shows. Maybe that's why still to this day, at 43 years old, I like a little modesty.

Got a pounding migraine this morning. Not sure why. I think it has something to do with this crick in my neck that I can't get rid of. I think I'm gonna have to get it massaged out by a professional. Darn, I hate that. I got out of the bed thinking that maybe the gravity was weighing down on me making it hurt more. Sometimes it does seem like that, but not today. This one is a doozy. And on that note, I'm stepping off of my modesty soapbox and going back to my bed. I had a massage person tell me that if you put ice on your head and heat on your feet that it's a good remedy for migraines. Sometimes that does seem like it works. Do y'all know of anything else that works?

Enjoy your Sunday. Hope it's filled with lots of love!