Getting older is a blessing but it can't be inconvenient. I remember the days when I could hop out of bed with no ailments and actually felt well rested even with only 2 hours of shuteye. Sadly enough at 31, those days are definitely "I remember when" moments.
I never think of myself as old(er) but every now an then reality reveals it's ugly head either through aches and pains, gastrointestinal woes or age related comments from the youngins. Every week something new hurts and I hear it only gets worse; I can no longer enjoy a late night Taco Hell craving without paying for it (bg's, heartburn, etc.) and the young people refer to folks my age as old...gasp, I know right!
I absolutely hate it when they (them youngins) say yes ma'am to me. I'm thinking ma'am?!? What about my look makes you think I'm a ma'am. Ma'am would be my mother. Is it my makeup? My hair? Is my Forever 21 not working? I mean seriously, here I am chumming it up with a twenty somethiner feeling like their social peer and then they hit me with ma'am. Can you OUCH?!? I'm wounded!
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