Take Your Dog to the Groomers, Not Me

Last night I was on an important phone call. It came in while I was at FHE, so I excused myself from the room, and walked down the hall to find a place where I could talk. A girl yelled out, "Rachel, you're sagging!" OK, I get it. Pants fall off my bum. I really should just stick to dresses and skirts, but then there are other groomers and clothing police around. Anyway, I just said, "Oh yeah?" And then I mooned her.