More nummy laughing goodness from Not Drowning, Mothering. Read it if you’re not quite young anymore, but still able to laugh about it.
I will be the first to admit it – I dress for comfort and fashion doesn’t seem to even crawl, on it’s lips, into the picture. My posture is now bad. My butt is huge. My mid-section joined forces with my lower section and created a new country. I have wrinkles, dry skin AND breakouts, as well as age spots on my hands.
But I can still laugh (at least until the issue of bladder control crops up, then I have to take a breather).
And this is how bad my attention span has gotten… I was writing that when suddenly I thought about how nice it would be to be floating in crystal clear Caribbean blue waters, while a frosty pineapple/coconut drink waited for me on the beach.
What was I saying??