OK--As I turned over the calendar to August, I felt my stomach fall to the floor. IN exactly 28 days I will be f.. I will turn f.... Oh crap, I cannot even type it.
39 plus 1 = f..o.. Nope, still cannot do it.
Where did it go? I mean, like the past 20 years have FLOWN by--the last 7 years especially--how is it possible that my BABY is 7 and I am f..o..--nope still not gonna do it. Why does time go so fast, just when you finally have realized how to enjoy it a bit?
Well, that is is, I just will not have a birthday this year--I'll call a do over on 39. Maybe next year I'll be ready...or maybe not.
OH CRAP--this means it's time for a driver's license renewal too--ugh!! Call the hair dresser, get some new make-up, pile on the wrinkle remover--HELP!!!!!!!!! WHHHHYYYYYY for the love of all that is holy WHHHHHYYYYYY must this happen???
I guess it could be worse, it could NOT really happen. And after all: F..O..(nope) is the new 30 right?