Call me Blanche.
What happened? Don't get me wrong. I LOVE LOVE LOVE my kids. Everyone knows that. I don't even want to think about my life without them. I just miss some things. Like my thighs not touching.
I have crossed that invisible line of looking young and fresh to being a true Golden Girl in my thirties. Friday night I went to a karaoke bar and did not get carded once. (By the way... The Humpty Dance is a lot harder to sing then it might seem. FYI) I went to bed that night actually contemplating if i should use my only morning off in 4 months to sleep in or go garage sale hunting. Exhibit C... I chose the garage sales. (Why does every garage sale always have a Christmas tree stand for sale?) The next old lady thing I did was blurt out an obnoxious comment which is something only old people do. Example, grabbing a garment off of a rack and asking the vendor how much for the costume, only to find out it was a favorite dress.
I need to hit reverse. Meantime.. I accept my fate. Call me Blanche.
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