NOw I KNOW HOW TO RELAX!!

Now that I've retired my days are divided into two different types: bra and bra-less. I know, I know, that's more than you wanted to know about a grandmother of eight, but I'm spilling the beans anyway (no pun intended).

It's great to kick back when I'm at home and not to be "bound up" all day; I just never realized how much freedom I would feel in this little state of "undress," but I recommend it highly. It makes me appreciate all the burning of bras in the sixties. At last I can fully understand what that was about.

Anyway, I don't subject myself to the public (or vise-versa) without a bra on. If I'm going anywhere, even running to the store, I am fully "trussed up." But it sure is nice on the days I stay home all day.

You may wonder what the reaction of the genius is to this, but I can tell you he is the master of not noticing what I look like. In fact, he is almost completely unobservant when it comes to seeing what women are wearing. A girl I played tennis with once told me a story that proves my point.

She was working for IBM and it just happened that the genius was her manager. He assigned her to a very active account, and she was having to work long hours. She was so upset with him that she decided to try to make a point and wore the same dress three days in a row, hoping he would think she hadn't even had time to change clothes. Alas, it fell flat; he never picked up on it.

When she told me about the incident years later, I had a hearty laugh because I knew the plan would never have worked on the genius.

My writing was just interrupted by a call from the man himself and when he heard what the subject was, he said, "Omigosh! Now remember, this goes out to the world, I don't want hordes of people coming to our door!"

Isn't that fabulous?!? He believes that I could draw in a multitude just by saying I don't wear a bra at home.

Love truly is blind. BLESS HIM!!