'Oh, my! ' sighed my guy, br 'That outfit is audibly horrible! ' br br I look around... 'You mean me? Are you nutty? br This design is fun and adorable! ' br br 'Woman... what I'm seeing br is the Epitome of Palpable Insanity. br What's more, those spots (Me: 'polka dots! ') br are distinctive of garishly gruesome disease br such as Chicken Pox and many an ugly quease.' br br ...TENDER senses assaulted, hand clutching heaving breast, br I pace the room, Hang-Him-High emotion SOARING to a crest... br br 'What do YOU know, you're 50 years old now - - br your cerebral cells are iffy - - and HOW! ! ! br This fine polyester-cotton blend pants and top br of bright white sprinkled with lime green dots br is my MUCH-needed Slap-Happiest outfit - - br and what's more (sob) , YOU KNOW IT! ! ! ' br br 'Then, ' says he, 'wear it skipping to the zoo whilst playing kazoo! br Baby, I love your way - - just DON'T wear this to the wedding today.' br br 'Well... my hormonal swing demands that I wear this ensemble as planned, br and that tonight you sleep on the couch, for from our bed you are BANNED...' br br But of course: br She came to her senses after much massage and chocolate... br Such treats will always be his sweet Ace in the pocket! br br br (4.1.06 - - Based on half-truths, lies and personal post-natal lore of many years past. Apologies to anyone nearing 50, at 50, post-50, forgetting 50...