Are you familiar with the phrase, "A man's got to know his limitations"?
It is one that stuck with me after hearing it for the first time in a Clint Eastwood movie.
It is one that stuck with me after hearing it for the first time in a Clint Eastwood movie.
I think I might even sound like Dirty Harry when I say it.
I am not sure why because no one has ever said, "Hey, you sound like Dirty Harry!"
But some people think the Earth is flat so maybe I just haven't found the right people.
Anyway, I am going off the rails here.
Let's get back on track.
The movie is "Magnum Force" and I watched a lot of these films with my dad because nothing bonds two dudes like a gritty '70s vigilante cop drama.
I actually enjoyed them at the time and I was grateful to spend time with my old man even though I was probably way too young to be watching Dirty Harry movies.
The movie is "Magnum Force" and I watched a lot of these films with my dad because nothing bonds two dudes like a gritty '70s vigilante cop drama.
I actually enjoyed them at the time and I was grateful to spend time with my old man even though I was probably way too young to be watching Dirty Harry movies.
I swear I am not off the rails and I do have a point.
I thought of that quote because I came to the realization that I learned a new limitation today.
No more Champion boxer briefs for me.
Here's a photo of the culprits:
I even modeled them for you.
I wish.
I would have to go dry another 11 months to have stomach muscles like that.
They are in there somewhere but I haven't heard back from the search party.
For the love of fat bassets, I need to stay on task.
Anyway, I have about 8 brands of boxer briefs that are all the same size (M) that give me no problems but whenever I put on the Champions it is no bueno.
They dig into my hips something fierce and and I'm busier than a one-legged cat in a sandbox trying to get comfortable.
It happened about a month ago and I finally realized today that it's time to say bye to the Champions. So bye.
I will try and do better tomorrow.
P.S. Thanks for the kind words about my day yesterday. Today was a much better.
I will persevere. I will keep moving forward. I will be the stream.
Aw man... You would have to post that picture. Now everyone is going to know I'm an underwear model!
ReplyDeleteSorry I blew your cover, Mike.
DeleteI’ve got tight sock issues, so I understand!
ReplyDeleteI could blog about that issue as well, Bijoux. I have ripped so many socks lately.
DeleteYou're on a roll this month. "One-legged cat in a sandbox trying to get comfortable," that's new one for me.
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It feels good putting some words down, Jeff. Thanks.
DeleteThis gave me a chuckle:
ReplyDelete"They are in there somewhere but I haven't heard back from the search party. "
My missing abs have their picture on a milk carton and still no luck.
Maybe it's all the milk...?
PS
DeleteMy bookmark came today and it is fabulous!!! I love it. I will send off my payment in the morning!
Tell Kyle I said "Thanks!"
Awesome. Glad to hear it, Bob, and he said you are welcome.
DeleteOhhh, I feel you.
ReplyDeleteI have the same problem with some H&M square cuts. With some boxer briefs, you have to go half or a whole size up. Yep. They vary.
And when your search party comes back from looking for your abs, I'm going to have to call them to come help me find mine.
XOXO
I will let the search party know, Sixpence.
Deleteyou are SMOKIN' HOT today! such wit! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, anne marie in philly.
DeleteAt least you didn't have to rip them off while in the passenger seat of a moving car! That passage still has me laughing when I think about it.
ReplyDeleteI should have thrown in a link to that story, Ed. It was a good one.
DeleteThat's okay the word champion all over is not a good look anyway. :-) bet you didn't know that old husband's underwear make great dust cloths. 😊 LOL
ReplyDeleteExcellent points, Peg.
DeleteUm... chortle!
ReplyDeletetake care, xoxo :-)
😊
DeleteI say, go for comfort! Balder Half has worn what I call old man shorts for as long as I've known him. Fifty years. He has finally aged into them. He always goes for comfort. Now, why he's tried to get me into frilly, "sexy" undies (I hate the word, panty) all of these years, is a double standard mystery. One cannot wear those things when one sports a front butt! They either roll under the fb, or they never make it up to where one can see them at all, as in the case of the missing polka dot bikini draws of 1984. All front butts unite! Praise the granny panty! Boxers take your place in line! We don't discriminate.
ReplyDeleteUm, you sure do bring out the weirdness in me. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it :)
Front butt. Haven't heard that in awhile. Funny stuff, Deedles. Thank you. I am glad I bring out your weirdness as it is welcome here anytime.
DeleteLol, we all have our cross to bear....not that I didn't appreciate the underwear model. :D
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome!
DeleteI've stuck with Jockey for her, although I've discovered that I need an elastic band around the top. (some styles don't have that and they fall down) SO annoying. My abs gave up when I turned 60. Or I did?
ReplyDeleteI think I have run the gamut with underwear brand names and the current winner is one called Pair of Thieves. They had them at Target.
DeleteIt's funny that the most common things in life can sometimes cause the most issues. I ordered a pair online and they are the most comfortable things I've ever had over my tush, but at 17 bucks a pair I will continue to be uncomfortable.
ReplyDeleteYou got to treat yourself, kden. Does the hubby need to get you a Valentine's Day present?
DeleteI do remember when men looked like that. And speaking of on the rails, you are at the rate of one blog a day.
ReplyDeleteI remember when I looked like that. I told Hayden had a picture to prove it because she didn't believe me. So far, so good on the daily blogging, Joanne.
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