It’s my birthday today. Fifty-freaking-three. The daughter spawn and I are blowing off the day to watch a chick flick and drink afternoon margaritas before Perfect Hubby gets home.
I’m getting cards about how timeless and marvelous we older bats really are. Yah, sure. I see my hairdresser’s eyes bug out when I say, “blond me, baby!” both of us realizing this is gonna require the nuclear goop and government clearance. But I must say that there are some things we old broads pick up along the way, and I want to share…
A BEAUTIFUL MESSAGE ABOUT GROWING OLDER
Well, crap…Now I forgot what it was…
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