Someone got to my site by Googling “inflatable pants.” Actually, two someones. Or perhaps the same someone twice. I’m wondering who this person is, and why they were looking for inflatable pants. Do we have a clown contingent here at the Smash? Is this the latest in child safety devices? I remember when I was a wee small Smashlet and took figure skating lessons, my mother used to stuff a pillow down my pants so that I wouldn’t break my tailbone when I fell down. These days, of course, nature has provided me with more natural padding. Plus, a general unwillingness to participate in sporting activities unless I can accurately measure how many calories I’m burning off by torturing myself.
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