Here's a calendar girl idea for the group...

Last week <a *very* rough week, btw> I'm in the kitchen, fixing muffins for breakfast and my MIL comes into the room. It dawns on me, albeit slowly, she hasn't been wearing anything to bed recently...not even her teeth. Okay, she comes into the kitchen with a shorty robe on, nekkid as the day she was hatched, and things aren't, how shall I say, left to the imagination. So, I ask her to please put on a long robe. One which zips all the way in the front, from feet to neckline. She demands to know why. I told her because her son is embarrassed when his mother sits around showing what she's got...or rather used to have. She gets huffy and wants to know what I mean. I explain when she sits with her legs akimbo, sans underwear, there's more to see than a body can bear. She got angry but then I explained she couldn't have any muffins until she got decent. In a very few minutes she had on a long robe.

So, what do y'all think of a calendar girl almost 91? I'm sure she would pose <g>.