So I hear people talking about this series of books called “50
Shades of Gray” and immediately I figure they are talking about the latest hair
color choices produced by Clairol or L’Oreal.
And like, I’m excited because there NEEDS to be at least 50 Shades of
Gray for folks in their 60’s and older. But
like so many of the political ads these days, it is all a big lie. However, I am still intrigued. So, I ask a friend to lend me her latest selection
of fine reading material which shall henceforth be called “ooh la la” and I
begin my journey into the dark place.
Now for those of you who have not ventured into the “ooh la
la” dark place, I shall summarize. This
is a story about “subs” and “doms”. And
if you are like me (and who wouldn’t want to be except for the granny panties),
your favorite “subs” include tuna, deli
and that old favorite, meatball. And of
course my favorite Dom was of the DeLouise brand. But nothing prepared me for the “sub” and “dom”
activities in this trilogy. Hey, I’m all
for a playroom, but I like to use a cue when knocking balls around on a pool
table. And don’t get me started on the
proper use of clothes pins.
As I read and said to myself how silly this “ooh la la” stuff
was, I thought for sure my hot flashes
were making a comeback as the sweat was dripping from my face and my panting
had to be from allergies. Dom DeLouise never got that kind of a reaction
from me for sure!
And there is no question that these two young people were
ingesting some kind of energy drink because no one can be that “active” that many
times in one day. I know. I tried….years ago of course before the
granny panties faze of my life. Now I’m
just 63 shades of Maxine and with the help of my sponsors, Clairol and L’Oreal,
it ain’t Gray!
