APPARENTLY I AM OLD!!!

I was giving a friend of mine the gears on fb for being old. As I was trying to be witty, it suddenly dawned on me after a quick mental calculation in my brain, that perhaps I am old too or at the very least middle aged! Could I be freaking middle aged?  Instantly I looked down my shirt to see where my girls were hanging.  I have always seen my breasts as a clear indication of my own personal age calculator.  Besides the fact that they have been chopped up and reduced and are perhaps a bit perkier then they would have been had I left them to their own devices, I have however noticed that they may have dropped a bit in the last few years, not a significant amount, but enough to look like paint that has run down the side of the building. Luckily for me, they are still pointing in the right direction.

You know what’s funny? I just don’t feel old. I certainly don’t act old and I have often been accused of being about 7 to 8 years younger in my appearance, which of course I conceitedly revel in. For the most part, people are shocked when I say I am in my 40's. I chalk this up to the fact that I don’t have the almighty blessing of children to stress me out.  My better half and my dog do enough of that for me without kidlets being thrown into the equation.

I know that I am a little wiser, quite a bit more patient but still I admittedly have the persona and mental capacity of a 23 year old.  Not a party mentality, but a “let’s not take life to serious” mentality.  Perhaps that is just my nature. Let’s face it, I enjoy fart wars, water fights and wedgie battles with my better half.  I like walking behind my 60 something year old mom and snapping her bra when she least expects it, giving that fiancee of mine a wet willy when he is deeply engrossed in something on tv, and wrestling my dog until we are both laying there in a heap on the floor panting like fools.

Some may say that I am immature, I just say that I have a youthful heart.  I don’t know how long I have been given to live on this planet.  I do know that we are predestined for some outcome that ends our time here, but whatever mine is, I want to know that I was goofy and that I laughed a lot and that I found joy in the art of being ridiculous.

But until that time or when the directional arrow on my girls starting pointing due south, well then perhaps you can call me old.  Until that moment however, I think I am happy being a 23 year old encased in my 43 year old body.

Have a great weekend.

Cheers
Tracy