I’m really just 35.
Well, inside anyway.
Everywhere else is telling me otherwise.
My feet complain, like they’re inmates at Guantanamo, when I wear my favorite high, high heels to go dancing. My knees like to alert me immediately, anytime the barometric pressure changes. When I sit too long, my left hip gets all offended. It proceeds to smugly say, “I told you so” by making it ache when I get up to get going.
The back of my left shoulder just wants to be a selfish bastard, and remind me it’s there every second of every day by aching so much I am highly tempted to google, “how to operate on your own shoulder with your eyes closed.” My eyes? They like to be at home at a reasonable hour, so they tend to freak out if I drive at night.
Now you’re wondering if I’m really 75 instead of 35.
Jokes on you! (or me?)
I love reading about zodiac signs. I don’t do it very often. Plus, that kind of information just floats in through my eyes, and poof, disappears, like I didn’t even read it. My mind is given to misplacing tidbits and sometimes events, appointments, wallets, and where I left that thing I had in my hands two seconds ago.
The folks that used to organize information in my head, and update me left years ago, they got bored. Too bad really, just when things are starting to get exciting. Poor Jeffrey is the last one holding down my memory banks. He’s gotten all knobby over the years, and his corduroys are all patchy, but he shuffles along in his slippers and does the best he can. I think he’s endearing. Especially when his spectacles slip down his nose and he forgets that he needs to wipe them clean, more often than not. In that aspect, we are very similar. We always forget to clean our lenses. We’re also surprised whenever we discover just how dusty they’ve gotten, when we finally wipe them, and delightfully discover we can see again. Really, though, Jeffrey does his best, so give the guy a break.
You don’t have little people in your head?
Back to the zodiac. Leos love the sun. I do. Snakes do too. Right? I should wikipedia this. BUT. It’s my birthday. I don’t have to if I don’t want to. Actually, I want to, I’m just too darn tired to. I’m 35, you know. We’re also loyal, wise, generous, but we get bat $#&% crazy when you piss us off. It’s probably our best characteristic if you think about it. We’re always primed to defend those we love, and value at any moment. It’s jumpy energy all the time! So if you have us on your side, you’re set. Just don’t screw with us. *grin*
Today I’m laughing
at with Joey. FRIENDS was and still is a huge part of my vocabulary. Events, or phrases always remind me of that one episode, with that one bit. It was also when I was in my 20s. Which, is still how old I really feel, deep, down in my soul. Sometimes I’m also a giggly, silly pre-teen inside, only with better hair, smaller glasses, and a bit more know-how.
I’m grateful to be here. In this little plot of mine.
I’m grateful you’re here too. Thanks for playing a part.
Go eat something yummy for me today. You know what I like.
ps. Oh, hey, if you want… You can like my Facebook page, just because. Or, whatever. I’m playing it cool. In no way, whatsoever. *smooch*