I'm headed already for a life filled with cats. Lots and lots of cats.
Everyone was passing me on the highway, and I'm fairly certain I had my left blinker on for about 7 kilometers.
Where are the days when I burned the candle at both ends? When did I start running home to comfy pjs and TV?
What happened that instead of making sure my clothes go from work to play with casual ease, I'm just grateful that I didn't drip any soup on my bosom?
When did I start listening to the drive-time ads for protected living?
Why is it that the day a glass lid slipped through my fingers and shattered on the kitchen floor, I cried for my pot?
What is it about my demographic that I am inundated with ads for teeth implants?
Am I in that netherworld between too old for the young ones and too young for the old ones? Are all the ones my age married or gay?
Eventually I'll get it figured out. For now, pardon me while I wallow.