Having crossed some imaginary line separating those who are still young enough to produce their own estrogen and those who must seek it through other sources, I am beginning a new support group called "Women of a Certain Age." Membership is limited to the female gender (is that politically correct) who are experiencing hot flashes and not afraid to admit it. I am considering a men's group called "For Those who Love Women who Flash." I think there is a real market niche here. I am be on to something.
I am not willing to call what I am experience "hot flashes." I am certainly not going to assign clever terminology to this plague like "re-charging" or "glowing" or "power surges." Sisters, if that is what you want to call your stuff, that is fine by me. But what I am living with can only be described as furnace-fed internally-charged thermo-nuclear blasts. It is the stuff of legends. I have given the term a "meltdown" a whole new meaning. So imagine my delight when I came across this in Asia. I shall combat my flashing in style!
Oh yeah, baby. That's what I'm talking about! A fan. A pretty fan. A silk screened fan all the way from Asia. For those of you who attend church with me, you will be seeing this in my hand OFTEN. For those of you in the MOMS ministry, I believe I may have found the answer!!! I will be teaching with this in my hand OFTEN. For those of you suffering from the same malady, sit near me in church and I will share my fanned air flow.
I also bought several tiny ones for smaller heat surges.
Cool and stylish. On yeah! I will soon be matching my fans to my outfits! If this whole ministry thing doesn't pan out, I may have a career in helping "Women of a Certain Age" manage the irritating symptoms of the menopause. There may be a whole new business coming out of this. I am working on our logo. Soon tee shirts will be available. Stay tuned, people. Stay tuned. Blessings.
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