My husband is 45 today.
That means I'm going to be 43 in several months.
That means I'm going to be 50 in several years.
I remember when my mother turned 50.
It feels like a couple years ago.
When I'm 50, Sean will only be 13.
When he graduates from high school, I'll be 55.
55 is the age some people retire and I haven't even gotten started yet.
I hate it when social security sends me those notes telling me how much money I've made in my lifetime.
Can I wear jeans and tye-dye t-shirts when I'm 50?
~Sigh~ I need to go get dressed and do something productive.
None of my jeans fit me right anymore.
I need to lose 5 pounds.
That's it, I'm only drinking water and coffee for the rest of the day.
I hate being fat.
Oh, Happy Birthday Honey.
Reckum Shmeckum, Elephant Shoes, I love you.