It Isn't Pretty

Boy, waddle appears out of nowhere.

For those of you under 50 who don't know what "waddle" is...or haven't seen re-runs of Ally McBeal....waddle is that God-awful hunk of skin hanging down below your chin that continues to vibate left and right long after your chin has.

One day, I had nice tight, firm under-chin skin. Granted, most times there are 2 chins (instead of one) but even back in the day, both were still firm.

Then, one day....looking back from you in the mirror is this waddle thing-a-ma-jig.

You wonder when it happened....because I-swear-to-God...it happened overnight.

Maybe there is a Waddle Fairy that delivers it while you are sleeping. I can see her now...dressed in a flannel nightgown, fluffy slippers and gray streaks in her hair....bouncing onto my pillow (ever so lightly, to avoid waking me into another hot flash) and waving her glittered wand over my neck, giggling uncontrollably and then leaving.....

I know my husband still loves me because the other day we were lounging on the couch in our favorite positions....(him sitting up with me laying down, my fluffy pillow in his lap and my head on the pillow). I reached up and was touching his head absent-mindedly during an ad on TV and he laughed and said: "Are you enjoying playing with my waddle?" (Un-noticed by me, I indeed was flicking his back and forth). We both started giggling. Neither of us denied that either of us HAD waddle, he just stated an observation about it, and we did not bemoan our slowly-deteorating, aging bodies.....


Boy, this retirement provides some downright terrific moments.