In the interest of journalistic truth, perhaps "fell away" is the better descriptive phrase.
Upon leaving the shower last night, I happened to catch a rear view of my rear view.
Startling conclusion: my ass is not where I left it.
When last I saw my butt, and granted, that was some time ago, it was locked and loaded in the upright position, I'm sure of it. Now...not so much.
I need scaffolding and a pulley system to get that thing back to it's bird's eye view.
So -- I have ordered from my friendly e-Bay account the latest thing in workout torture, "The Brazilian Butt Lift" DVD set, complete with First Aid Kit and a local connection to the Fallen-and-Can't-Get-Up folks.
I've been wary of anything that said Brazil in the title since I heard of the wax treatment one can purchase for one's ... nether region. Even Brazil Nuts sounded unappealing after visualizing a denuded girly part, but, hey, that was before I felt my butt rubbing the backs of my knees when I walk.
Viva Brazil!
I'll try to update you once I get this workout going, assuming I can manage to crawl to the keyboard after God-knows-how-many lunges and squats I'm committing myself to.
(P.S. I'm afraid.)
