"Let's face it. We're getting older." I keep hearing this phrase over and over again. And it's coming from people in their early and mid-twenties! The other one I hear a lot is, "Wow. You look really good for your age!" GOOD for my AGE?!?! It's not like I'm on Medicare! Am I the only one who thinks 30 is not old?
Can I take a moment and rejoice in the realization that- at 30- I'm done! WE are done! Think about it. I mean, this is IT. THIS is what we look like; this is your body, and this is pretty much how we'll be until we get old. Isn't that fabulous? You see, the 20s were unpredictable. The "Freshman 15," the slowing metobolic rate, the laughlines...Been there. Done with that. Botox and lipo shouldn't be a concern until we're 60, and by then, I really hope none of us cares anymore. So if this is IT, I think we should be pretty darn happy about being 30.
Can I take a moment and rejoice in the realization that- at 30- I'm done! WE are done! Think about it. I mean, this is IT. THIS is what we look like; this is your body, and this is pretty much how we'll be until we get old. Isn't that fabulous? You see, the 20s were unpredictable. The "Freshman 15," the slowing metobolic rate, the laughlines...Been there. Done with that. Botox and lipo shouldn't be a concern until we're 60, and by then, I really hope none of us cares anymore. So if this is IT, I think we should be pretty darn happy about being 30.
Quite frankly, I haven't felt this good about myself since I was 13.
Eat THAT, Jennifer Garner.
Give me 20 years more and you'll probably find me HERE.
Eat THAT, Jennifer Garner.
ps-
Yes. I do have that coat the little girl on the right is wearing. And I use it. Often. In public. And I don't even care that I got it from the children's department.
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I'm fiftay!!
(BTW, if you want to hang out somewhere with A/C before you leave and have a lil chat, you know where to reach me. Me, well ... this is the only way I know how to reach you.)
Sooo, basically, what you're saying is...
I still got it.
AWESOME.
The SNL was disturbing. I can kiiick and streeaatch and eww.
Come on, admit it. My house was pretty cool after the first day or so... you know who else has got it? Mister Bojangles and the jazz dancers.
O, so help me! That was the best part of the night! (Next to curling up beside YOU!)
But the first breeze off the Long Beach Airport plane was- how do you say?- A BREATH of FRESH AIR!!! Hallelujah! I'm HOME!
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