Not one single person believed Mel B’s claim of having “relations” with her husband five times a day, thus keeping her in tip-top physical condition. We’re on to you, Mel. Now, if she had said they argued five times a day about whose turn it was to put the dishes away, nary an eyelash would have been batted. Because we all know it’s the bickering that keeps a marriage alive, not the sex.
Today I was finally putting away some of my clothes from our recent move (January, that counts as recent, right?) and I happened upon a much beloved sweatshirt, circa Express, 1991. I still wear it, but make no mistake that I am the same weight I was twenty years ago. Some miracle has occurred that the sweatshirt keeps expanding right along with me.