Today I am 37 29.
My head is spinning at the velocity at which I’m moving closer to 40.
It sucks, but what can you do? It’s better than the alternative.
To celebrate, Rico and I are being selfish and taking off to the beach without the heathens. (smile)
Spring break “Geritol” style.
No cutting anyone’s meat…no wiping anyone’s backporch…no interrupted sleep.
I’m so excited I’ve been packing for a month. You know the older you get, the more stuff you pack….extra glasses (in case my regular glasses break), eye drops (cause I got that weird dry eye thing going on and I’m paranoid I will run out) and my regular medicine (all 5 bottles) and extra medicine in case anyone gets sick…cause I’m always prepared anal like that.
Next thing you know, I’ll be reading Reader’s Digest, telling strangers my bowel habits, and taking care of 15 cats….I’m getting old.
It wasn’t that long ago that packing for a trip to the beach meant only a bikini, a mini skirt and a pair of flip flops.
Now, I take my own pillow.
It’s sad what I’ve become….
However, I’m still young enough to remember to pack the liquor.