Yeah, so I had a birthday last week. It is official. I am middle aged. Unless of course, I live to be 100.
A special shout out to Airman Wood who, lucky for him, was standing on the other side of the room when he guessed that I was turning 45. Hope you don’t need anything from me for your out-processing. Because NEWS FLASH! I can’t sign your papers with my arthritic 45 year old hands. BLEH!
And a special thank you to Carol Wright Gifts… I was overjoyed to receive 2 of your magnificent magazines in my mailbox this week. It is a retail conspiracy…or I just have really funny friends.
A few excerpts from Carol Wrights Gifts…I am 35, but does this really scream 35 to you??? I am pretty sure Billy would think he had a Granny stalker if I showed up to the bedside with one of these gems on…..
Or how about these??
SOOO Comfy.
It’s just what I was looking for to help me get ready for my marathon….
And the reviews for these lights were pretty unbelievable…”Pleasant compliments from the neighbors” Where do you live, guy? Prison? Because I am pretty sure these atrocious lights can not possibly improve any other type living situation on the planet.
I admit, I did get some Ponds (wrinkle cream)…and I have noticed, especially in my hands, that my skin is spotty and saggy…but all the lines in my face are from all the smiles and laughter in my life.
And I am completely okay with that