While staying with Live Longer’s friend in Portland we had the pleasure of meeting her beau – I’m not sure he would say the same.
Being in the company of three women, he definitely got a an edumencation (that’s a portmanteau – the blending of two words. Is it ironic that it happened in Port-land? I doubt it).
Of most interest this weekend was perimenopause and menopause – the two are distinctly differently but both should cause men and women to pause for a second. Perimenopause – also a portmanteau – is the time around menopause. Menopause means one is done baking buns in the oven or, if one never baked buns, one is done bleeding like a rare slab of meat. Although I told the TSA agent that I was perimenopausal and Live Longer was menopausal, I was only half right. Live Longer, if she was a pastry, would be a tart and her friend, most likely a strudel. I, on the other hand, according to them, am a, “Croissant – a crusty croissant.” “I’m not offended. I like croissants,” I told them and added, “For the record, sometimes this crusty croissant is stuffed with ‘chocolate,’ so I guess that makes it a pain au chocolat. And who doesn’t like that? Huh? Huh?” “I think you’re traveling on a dry boat to ‘gina,” Live Longer quipped.
It was around this time that I had a hot flash, so I grabbed my hot flash fan out of my purse, flipped it open, started fanning, and finished my hot flash toddy.
Live Longer’s friend’s beau had learned more about women in the last 24 hours than he had his entire younger than me life. An edumencation is important. In fact, even at my age, I might consider getting a ‘PhD’ – wink, wink, nod, nod, hot flash.