Is this the funnest? Look what my Blonde-Bomb Shell friend, Bonnie, gave me:
12 Canvas Bags that say this:
We went out to dinner tonight after I had a great day. When’s the last time you heard me say that? Headache null after 11 am, walked a mile outside up and down my street, grocery shopped, went to the doctor for my annual scraping (don’t ask). Well done day.
But after going out with the Bombshell, I realized I have been in a funk of all funks. I had decided I am 52 and can no longer dress as if I’m 42. Or 32. I love wearing heels but my arthritic toe (which is surgically repairable with a simple artificial joint replacement) prevents me from wearing them like I used to. I now have to wear “Not Your Daughter’s Jeans” to hold in my Betty Big Belly (which is actually a Betty Bundt Cake Belly ). When Bomb Shell opened her door to me tonight I immediately felt like a Little League Mom, from 20+ years ago. Yuck.
Plus, I fessed up to her that I had worn the same jeans on Saturday at a lunch meeting and wore said jeans backwards. Yes, backwards. It was the day after a migraine that I thought was literally going to be the ultimate death of me, so I was logy. But jeez, that’s pretty damned bad. The jeans, in my defense, are “jeggings”, which means stretchy jeans that are peg legged. They have a nonfunctional fly on the front, front pockets and back pockets. But I had them on bloody backwards. O -M-G. I wore a fly in the back on my ass. What is wrong with me? It’s those broken, shrunken dendrites.
So I decided to NOT throw in the towel yet. There has to be some way I can still look hip without looking like I’m trying to look young and not looking like a Little League Mom from Leave it to Beaver days. I will find it. I just hope I can hide what I need to hide and limp through my arthritic bones without looking like I’m not limping.
PS: You’re all getting one of these for your birthday.
Little Miss Sunshine