by teresa

I think I sweat off more pounds on the rides to and from the YMCA than anything I do in the gym.
My grandfather has to have the heat blasting in the car....and I swear it singes my eyelashes off.
As soon as he gets out of the car I switch over to the a/c full blast and lift up my shirt to get the cold air's relief into my lady parts.
Okay...so I don't really lift my shirt. But I've thought about it a couple of times. Just to keep the sweat from pooling in the front of my Target sports bra (which has about as much support as a bandaid...and gives me a major uni-boob).
I need to buy one of those cars with the dual zone climate control so we can both be comfortable.
This morning we enjoyed our car ride listening to oldtime radio. There was an old NBC radio show on . The featured guests were " The jitter buggers". They were talking so silly ...saying stuff like, "That music is on the cob(meany corny)." "I'm hep to that alligator!"
Grandaddy was chuckling when I asked him teasingly if he ever talked that crazy?
"Of course I did." "I was a real hep cat back then", he said.

Then we enjoyed Benny Goodman playing Danny Boy with his orchestra. And I amazed The Daddy by knowing all the words.
I guess I'm a real hep cat too.