But I digress, already, in only my 3rd post back.
I'd like to get back to blogging about the really significant things in life, such as "Trendy Tops."
What? You say you aren't aware of the awesomeness of Trendy Tops? What's the matter with you. You act as if you didn't just lose your job and now spend all your time on FB, watching TV and cleaning spit up on
Well, for you who are still living in total trendy oblivion, here is the commercial. You might want to speed ahead to around 1:00 so that you can see the most powerful punch in a sales presentation to grown women ever.
So my lovely blogging friend Lelia Chely wrote a status update about this product, and all of her friends and I had a good laugh at the silliness of it.
And then I promptly went on line and ordered them.
Let me just say that by the time I completed the order, it totaled about $35, and that was just a couple of days before I knew I would not have a big chunk of income I'm used to. So when I realized my job was vanishing, one of my first thoughts was, "Oh NO. I already ordered the Trendy Tops!"
Well, the TTs finally arrived.
I really like them. They're like a tube top for your butt. Tube bottoms? No, I think the marketers chose the better name.
How could I resist buying? I'm trendy, and I do wear tops, even though I'm an unofficial Nana. Anyway, even Nanas have a little "oopsy" once in a while around the middle and backside, IF youknowhatImean.
So call me Trendy Nana. And here's the proof. No muffin, no buns. Just sheer middle aged trendy gymnastical modesty. I know you'll want to have your credit cards ready after this: