be sexy at 60

I’ve got 20 years to practise so with that much practise I should be good at being sexy!

Got to keep an eye on this or 60 will roll around and mahinui will be running to catch up.

I’m back on the be fit at 57 trail, so it’s looking promising for this goal. And there’s that champagne bucket I just got.

And the rose candle.

Oh, and my trips to the dentist to make my smile oh so nice.

My red hair – I’m over being gray on top now. And uh, less time on 43T…

In my photo, I am 50 something. I like the way I look there or I would not have posted it.

That was me after 3 weeks of hand clearing rain forest, which means pulling out ginger and digging after its mammoth root system. At the end of the day I would be barely able to drag myself into the hot tub.

I don’t like the gym. It is inside. That is the problem.

I messed myself up by moving to the beach and commuting four hours a day, then moving to the burbs and driving back to the beach every weekend to work on the house instead of …

...getting on my bike
...walking to the beach
...da da da you know

Sexy at 60. Why the hell not? I’ve started with my toes. Two pedicures and those cracked calluses I used to pick at are gone. My nails are shiny pink like the inside of a conch shell.

I also am working on my face. sandy little dermabrasion treatments in the shower, and grimaces in the car to keep the neck as good as it can be for , you know, someone pushing 60.

I want my husband drooling after me. I want him to feel like the luckiest guy on earth. Good thing the eyesight fades! But hey, anyone out there want to join in?