Anybody who is my age knows that thongs are those things that have a little thin strip on them. No, not a strip that goes up the back of your backside, but a strip that goes between your big toe and the next one to it. Thongs are the footwear that you used to wear in the shower at college so as not to get athlete's foot.
Recently one of my kids (2nd daughter) indicated that my perfectly fine THONGS that I had purchased a mere 20 or perhaps 25 years ago, needed to be disposed of. Hardly likely!!! That is like saying that my 25 year old jeans are out of date. How can that be? They are jeans after all. Of course my propensity to wear button down shirts is one learned in the late 60's when my ankle tight canary pants were the rage.
It is likely that my 45's and albums may not make a comeback but certainly one would never dispose of cassettes, VHS movies or those wonderful slides that Dad took back in the 50's. Every once in a while I find that pocket comb that you used to slip your hand through and then it would perform as a brush. It is safely kept in my bureau drawer right next to my pinkie rings. Dad wouldn't have bequethed me that jaguar ring if it wasn't absolutely perfect. I'll likely pass it to my eldest son and then he, too, can be the envy of his posse. It is bitchin'.
Anyway, I wanted to let you know that I bought some new thongs. They cost me $.89 at JC Penneys but don't tell anyone, I put those blue ones away for safekeeping. After all, I saw a kid in bright yellow, skin tight pants just 2 years ago. Most of my current wardrobe is skin tight too, but it features other parts of my anatomy than did those ones from the mid 60's.
