Day 356

I will be in middle age tomorrow, but I still have no problems shaking presents to see what is under the tree.  So far I have refrained from slitting tape and re-taping gifts.  Maybe I am too old too peek.

Day 280

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The teenager in me is thinking: The cupcake doesn't have icing and the coke is diet, so this is a totally a healthy meal.

The twenty-something in me is thinking: We will be adding rum to that coke, right?  It is only 65 calories a shot, so do it.

The thirty-something is thinking: Don't even think about it.  You will be up all night with heartburn and you need a solid 8 hours because you have a big meeting in the morning.

Can you predict how boring I will be by the time I hit my mid-forties?

Day 271

So this situation is a pretty good representation of my life.  I can continue on the road home or take an exit, but no one will tell me where this exit is going to take me.

Day 214

So Darren and I were out for a walk at the park.  He grabbed me behind the trees, and said "I don't think anyone can see us".  I sit on the bench thinking that we are really too old to be making out on a park bench, but I go with it.  As I sit on the bench, he started to lay on the ground.  I am thinking that we didn't bring a blanket and that we definitely are too old to be rolling around in the grass.  Then he said his back was killing him, and started to do some stretches to make it better.  I almost died laughing.  I guess we are too old for sex at the park.

Day 185

The sun is setting over the neighbourhood lake.  The kids are still out swimming.  I am not because it is Sunday night.  I have laundry to do, an accounting assignment to finish, tomorrow's lunch to make, tonight's dinner to cook, a dog to walk, and a chequing account to review.  Adulthood sucks.

Day 172

I had new colour put in my hair a couple of weeks, but I kept forgetting to take a picture.  A little blurry as I may have had a couple of drinks by the time I got up the nerve to take a self portrait.

Day 91

My extra cushiony yoga mat.  The one they sell to senior citizens.  Not helping with the mid-life crisis at all.

Day 39

Nothing gives me greater pleasure than a stack of clean, folded laundry. Yes I live in the suburbs. Why do you ask?

Day 38

My favorite thing after a party is checking out what people left behind. This was all that was left after last night's gathering. Sophie!

This is not helping my mid-life crisis at all!