Last Sunday I decided to wear a skirt that required that I also wear a girdle. Yes, I said it, a girdle. However, I struggled to find it and even at one point questioned my oldest daughter in regards to its location. Finally, I found it. Naturally where it was supposed to have been and in the place I had already looked three times.
Once seated in the car, I looked at my darling husband, and told him to drive fast. I was suffering from oxygen depletion. My son in the back seat turned to his sisters and said, "she must have found her inner girl. Whatever that is."