Gravity is No Friend

     Gravity is no friend of mine, at least the amount that we have to deal with.  Looking around my house, I can't figure out for the life of me how all this "stuff" got on the floor.  What I do know is that if I put anything up somewhere, it winds up moving downward.  When I grocery shop, they won't give me "double bags" and when I am bringing them in the house, yup, bag breaks and down everything goes.  Even my freezer knows to throw something out when the door's opened - with perfect aim at my toes, I might add.
     As you get older, even your body starts a downward trend.  That flap of skin between your stomach and legs starts to droop.  Why do they call it an "apron" anyway?  Does that mean that if you wear an apron you can hide it?  Men have their own downward drooping of parts of the body as they age, if you catch my drift.  Women need to stay on the bottom during love-making because our faces hang down and droop while horizontal.  Put a mirror on a table (don't drop it, seven years bad luck) and lean over it so that you can see your face.  Yuck, right?  So if you want to stay on top of things anyway, I suggest that you sit so that you aren't totally horizontal Your face won't droop, but your boobs and apron will.
    No, gravity is no friend of mine, and what amazes me is that with all the tech advances in so many fields, you'd think that science would find a way to deal with this beast!!