![]() I started off in heavy Butt-Mind on the plane headed to Huatulco. Also it happened to be Easter week, which meant there would be lots of teenage girls, only a few of whom, statistically, could be expected to have droopy butts and major dimpling issues. I did not expect things to be any different this time, because gravity is having its say, and the dimples are deepening and conquering new territories. Mostly at Club Med it was much worse-than. ![]() Sometimes my butt was better-than, although it is definitely the butt of a mother who keeps forgetting to work out. In earlier incarnations I've spent days and entire weeks comparing my butt to everyone else's butt. Sam and I went with our best friends to Club Med a couple of months ago, and I got another little brown-bag victory: I broke through Butt-Mind or at any rate, have only had the mildest case of Butt-Mind ever since. S piritual experiences do not happen so frequently at Club Med for normal people who travel well but there is no one fitting that description around here. ![]()
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