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capnzebbieI've never really felt old until yesterday.
Not when the gray hairs started appearing, not when I started wearing bifocals, not when I started having some new aches and pains...nope, I just kept on going.
Then yesterday the cute guy at work asked me if I had a single daughter, and I thought, "What am I, chopped liver?" (and the fact that I thought that -- old!). Well, apparently, yes, I am chopped liver.
Old chopped liver.
Too many bad things happened yesterday for it to really sink in, but tonight I came home and looked in my Joan Rivers book on plastic surgery, "Men Are Stupid, and They Like Big Boobs," and went straight to the chapter on face lifts. And after reading it, I thought, okay, I'm not THAT old. Thanks, Joan!
Not when the gray hairs started appearing, not when I started wearing bifocals, not when I started having some new aches and pains...nope, I just kept on going.
Then yesterday the cute guy at work asked me if I had a single daughter, and I thought, "What am I, chopped liver?" (and the fact that I thought that -- old!). Well, apparently, yes, I am chopped liver.
Old chopped liver.
Too many bad things happened yesterday for it to really sink in, but tonight I came home and looked in my Joan Rivers book on plastic surgery, "Men Are Stupid, and They Like Big Boobs," and went straight to the chapter on face lifts. And after reading it, I thought, okay, I'm not THAT old. Thanks, Joan!
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Date: 2014-06-26 04:50 am (UTC)This place I'm working now is a hotbed of reproduction. I've never felt so out of step being single and childless as I have here. Most of my co-workers had children (yes, plural) when they were in their teens. Oy!
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Date: 2014-06-26 05:10 am (UTC)