It’s 2024 and I Have Some Questions

So, as 2023 wound down, many of us are were thinking ahead to the next year. Perhaps you planned your 2024 resolutions, determined that this year will be ‘your’ year. Good for you! I admire your drive and optimism. Me? Well, I laminated my resolutions about 4 years ago, so that should give you an idea of how much New Year, New Me you are getting. Some would consider this failure, I consider it environmentally friendly. But resolutions isn’t what today’s post is about. It is about some of my musings. They are, in no particular order:

1. Why does cereal still come in non-resealable bags? It’s not like the technology doesn’t exist to make zipper bags.


2. What is with the removable bra pads? I mean, I personally love spending 15-20 minutes every morning trying to fit my sausage sized fingers into the toddler-finger sized opening in order to try and unfold the bra pad, but I doubt everyone does. It’s always embarrassing to have to tell my son’s school he was late today because my bra pads were folded in half, i spent 20 mi8nutes trying to fix them and now I stand before you with my boobs looking both wrinkly and square. It cannot be that hard to either make the bra with the choice of (sewn-in) pads, or no pads. Or take a position and offer it only with pads; or without. But for the love of Chandler Bing (or whichever God you might pray to), stop with the removable pads!

3. Tags in clothing. We live in a time when I can say “Alexa bedtime” and an AI robot turns off all my living room and outdoor lights, wishes me a goodnight, using my name and tells me to have a pleasant tomorrow. How can I have a pleasant tomorrow when my nek will be itching from a tag that has been sewn in with industrial thread and can only be removed with dynamite? I have so many shirts with holes on the neck from my attempts to cut or pull tags off of shirts. We have the technology to put the sizing and care info right onto the fabric. We also have Lululmon, who makes these great tags that seamlessly pull off the clothes without ripping threads or fabric. It is time to stop sewing itchy, annoying, impossible to remove tags into clothing.

4. Pringles chip cans. As an adult who has enjoyed more than my fair share of Pringles over the years, I can no longer fit my arm inside the tube of deliciousness to get to the chips. Talk about a design flaw!

5. Leggings as pants. No questions, just wanted to acknowledge how grateful I am to be alive during a time when it is acceptable, nay encouraged, to walk around in the equivalent of super comfy long underwear.

6. UGGS. Again, no questions, just praise for the ability to pair outdoor slippers with my long underwear and the worst thing people think about me is that I am ‘basic’.

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By Leanne

Continued from Leanne's best selling Novel, "Musings of a Middle Aged Woman", I submit the best of my daily wit to make you smile. My husband Ed laughs his ass off at most of it.