A Mrs. Ram’s Jams Tale: A Teenie Weenie Toe-Kini

I bought an itty-bitty bikini for my foot this week.   Seriously. It’s called a Toe-Kini. It’s rather reminiscent of newborn-sized lopsided nude panties.   Allegedly, this Toe-Kini offers ball of foot discomfort relief; instead, it has relieved me of my last shred of dignity.   Who am I kidding? I purchased a Toe-Kini. Has … Continue reading A Mrs. Ram’s Jams Tale: A Teenie Weenie Toe-Kini

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A Mrs. Ram’s Jams Tale: Death of a Pair of Skinny Jeans

Before bed last night, I had to cut my skinny jeans off my body. Why, you might ask?   My only other option was to drive home from the emergency room pantless. While I support the anti-pants movement more devotedly than any political movement, driving home partially naked in the wet, chilly weather with a … Continue reading A Mrs. Ram’s Jams Tale: Death of a Pair of Skinny Jeans