Remember that ad about not growing old gracefully, but fighting it every step of the way… Yeah, I saw my age grow by one over the weekend. I have to tell you, 34 seems much older than 33. I don’t know why. It just does.
So, today we are at lunch and the ever-youthful Zilla (who is 25) says, “So how is the big 3-4?”
I turned up my nose and said, “Old.”
No sympathy from her. Her response: “What? Did you throw your back out sneezing again?”
I am sorry. That was completely unnecessary. Yes, I have sneezed and thrown out my back before. But, people in their 20s are not allowed to criticize those of us who are practically middle-aged. It is just wrong. Wait until I break a hip while going to get the paper. She will feel bad then.
Well, I guess that is all for today’s rant. I am going to go look for a good moisturizer online and figure out how much hair I would actually have left if I plucked all the grays. Getting older, while I guess it is better than the alternative, is not fun.
Do we think one of those machines that Susan Lucci hawks for Guthy-Renker would work to give me a more youthful appearance? If it would not work, do we think it would hurt Zilla if I threw it at her? Seriously, that was just mean. Does she not know I can only dish it out?
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