Essentially, I feel like there's been too much talk of yesteryear, with the endless pictures of me in my
I am ALL about aging and being a stay-at-home-mom forEVER (read: a few years) and so on, and so forth (and whatnot).
What's that? Did I hear a "Um, whatever you lying sack of shit" or "Sure, I'll believe you, when
Well, GOOD! Because I
Here's me enjoying potty-training my children:
And here I am paying off my student loans! That's gonna be so EXCITING! (I'm pretty sure I'm gonna get some highlights and start experimenting with makeup! Tell me how much you LOVE IT!)
Oh, and the day when I FINALLY got to take that Caribbean vacation!
Sure, I've let myself go to the point where I can no longer ENJOY-it, enjoy-it, but I'm okay with not wearing string-bikinis. That's what my husband's clothing is for! "BORROWING!" And I'm so "CONFIDENT" now that I don't even have to shave! And I have wrinkles and GRAY HAIR! And I'm totally EMBRACING it! Look at that smile!
And--gasp--be still my heart! The day my darling little boy gets married! Sure, he's WAY TOO YOUNG and she's totally A WHORE, but at least I'm looking fashion-forward in my chic hat (?) Who else could rock the salt-and-pepper hair as hard as me? (Sure, probably most men, but I've still got the hat. And probably a five-o'clock shadow.)
Then, when "IT" all winds down, I'm pretty sure I'll even love assisted living. Because who wouldn't? They freaking READ TO YOU! And, like DO THE LAUNDRY! And other DOMESTIC THINGS!
What? I'm pretty sure my hair will totally be lush and luminous when I'm 90. And I don't know of a world where that doesn't AT LEAST make up for lack of mobility and fashion sense.
See you at the Bingo table, bloggers!