You'd think...

That at some point this stuff would stop surprising me or hurting my feelings. I know that my family doesn't act right. I know that they are completely dysfunctional, and yet, the weirdness always seems to sneak up on me and hurt me when I least expect it. It sucks dirt and it makes me tired.

Maybe one day they'll develop a shot for this so I won't be so sick of it anymore.

Birthday Ruminations

So I'm going to be 42 tomorrow. That sounds freaky to say, but I'm not worried about it. It just sounds a whole lot more adult than I feel most of the time. The truth is, I'm not afraid of growing older. I'm more concerned about growing old well. Healthy. In my right mind.

There's this adorable little woman who goes to my gym. She's 76, goes to Zumba every Thursday evening and drives the hottest candy-apple red Mustang. THAT's how I I want to be old. More fabulous by the day. Enjoying life and making the most of every minute. I want my legacy to be love and utter fabulosity! :)

Here's to another year. Here's to another box of haircolor and a jar of good eye cream. Bring on the years. I'm more than fabulous enough to handle ya!