Thursday, April 15, 2010

Today I.... almost 48 and hate getting old. I keep waiting for the epiphany that 40-something models and actresses seem to always describe in magazine articles. "Now I feel so much more comfortable in my own skin. I don't worry so much about what other people think." Or thereabouts. Actually, now I feel invisible and fat and it's expensive to keep from having grey hair. Not that I'm whining. Other people can think what they want. compulsively reading all the Stephanie Plum mysteries, all of them, in whatever order the libarary can get them to me. Gives me something to do while I wait for the next Sookie Stackhouse book. A good book has to have romance and laughter. A little sex and the occasional succinct observation about human nature are ok too. my work, almost always. tripping on the fact that my 12-year-old can look me in the eye. amused by the fact that my 10-year-old was able to figure out part of the theme to the movie Halloween on the piano....although if I hadn't learned that fact at noon when I was asleep after working the night before, it would have been ok.

....can walk with very little discomfort, and I only needed tylenol twice. I'm still not past the "oh my God I'm so thankful I can move" stage.

....would like a date with my husband. Maybe for my birthday?

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