Clothing optional?

Well, the big 5-ut-0 is turning out to be an adventure.  I am now having hot flashes.  First of all, I take exception with that terminology.  (kind of like when shots just feel like a pin prick.  Um, no they don't!).  My flashes are more like trips to the blast furnace with Rack, Shack and Benny.

Last weekend, I walked out onto the driveway in a tank top and announced it was glorious.  A glorious 38 degrees that is.  Oh dear.  Hubby was starting to suspect, so I finally told him.  He had the deer caught in headlights look. Run boy, RUN!  He has heard so many horror stories.  Who knows, they may all be true? Or even watered down (this won't hurt a bit...yeah, right. you mean it won't hurt you a bit!).  He proceeded to ask me hourly: "Are you ok?"

Flipping marvelous.  Thanks for asking...again!  Ugh.

On a positive note, I think we will save a lot on electricity this winter.  And blankets will be passed out at the front door for you brave enough to come visit. :)

I used to think that Sherijello was crazy when she spoke of moving to a nudist colony.  Now, I think she is a freaking genius!!  Amazing how inhibitions depart when you are in your own personal blazing furnace.  I actually wondered how little clothing I could get by wearing to last weeks football game.  I may want to attend only the clothing optional events for awhile.

On the negative side, I still have my defective thyroid to contend with.  So when I'm not in the furnace, I'm back to being freezing cold.  All in all, my thermostat is broken! Isn't getting older glorious?  Hmm...I'll have to get back to you on that one.