Pretty underwear! No more industrial white cotton for me. Not sure where to go -- do they let 58-year-olds into Victoria's Secret, or do we bring down the property values? Then I'm going to buy everything I want out of the Coldwater Creek catalog (they're too expensive for temporary clothes), and then I'm going to spend a couple for $K at Macy's. Hee. No, wait -- maybe I'll look into plastic surgery, instead. I'm sure I will need a batwingectomy, and a thigh lift, a butt lift, and a tummy tuck. That should put me nicely into long-term poverty. Oh, and a chin/jaw/neck lift. Forget the clothes, I want plastic surgery. I'll just go naked until I pay that back, and then I'll go buy clothes.
Tricia, I used to want to skydive. My best friend set the women's free-fall record maybe ten years ago, and so far as she knows, it still stands. She left skydiving for blue-water sailing competition, and we have fun comparing experiences racing from SF-Hawaii. Now I want to get back on a horse, and see if I want to get involved in horsemanship again. Sailboat racing is no longer geographically practical, so something else competitive would be fun. Equestrian endurance? Dressage? Bicycle racing? Running? So many sports, so little money...