My daughter has a boyfriend and I turned the Big 40 all in one summer. Could there be a crueler combination? I think not.
Now, don't get me wrong. She's 15 so I guess she's old enough to have one of those. And he seems to be a sweetheart (but I'm not holding my breath). But she's still my baby.
Now, don't get me wrong. She's 15 so I guess she's old enough to have one of those. And he seems to be a sweetheart (but I'm not holding my breath). But she's still my baby.
And I've known all my life that eventually I'd turn 40, but there's just something about it that I don't like.
I think it's the fact that my eye doctor also told me, with a smirk, that my eyes were aging so he'd adjust my contacts so I wouldn't have to hold things so far away from my face to see them. And at my yearly my doctor suggested I buy stock in Premarin and Tylenol PM. The bottoms of my feet have no padding left...it's all gone to my hips. Need I say more?
I guess I should be thankful. My hubby will ALWAYS be WAY older than I am! HA! I win!
Now, I'll just grab my walker and scoot into the kitchen for sugarfree jello and pudding. Yum!
