Fairy Dust

Tomorrow (as in Wednesday in case you didn't check this the minute I posted this) is my birthday. No, I'm not excited. And I'm not acting my age. I'll be 39, again. I really don't feel like I'm that old. Some people buy convertibles, some people get new boy/girlfriends half their age, and some people completely ignore their age. I've been buying Glitter Eyeliner. I have more glitter in my possession now than I ever have in my whole life put together. I think that, right there, means I should be turning 19 again, not 39. In the meantime, I haven't deicded on whether I'll be making Chocolate cupcakes or Chocolate cake. They are both to die for. Hope you're having a less eventful day than me!

It's Getting Close to 40

And I don't mean 40 degrees which would be Heaven in the winter. Maybe I need to move South of here, somewhere warmer. But then it'd be hot in the summer and we all know I don't like the heat even more than I don't like the cold.

But back to 40. My age. I'm almost 40. I'm not sure what happened. Do you know? I sure don't feel like almost 40. I feel like...maybe 24. 24 was good. I'll take that any time. At 24 my back didn't hurt.

Yes, my back hurts. Not cramps. Just a good old-fashioned backache. Probably from sleeping wrong. Which wouldn't have been a bid deal when I was 24, I would have been fine in a day. But this was a horrible backache.

So I called my Mom. I knew her back had hurt her at times and the doctor had given her some exercises. And as I was laying on the floor doing the simple, but almost impossible, exercises, I realized I AM OLD!

And so now I will be posting only about the Bingo games, Polka dancing, and Weather. I AM OLD.