How do I hate middle age? Let me count the ways.
1. Nasal hair.
2. Backache.
3. Grey pubes.
4. Seeing a teenager – and fancying her mother more.
5. Sounding like my dad.
6. Thinking that lumbar support is a more important feature on a car than a turbo.
7. Big pants.
8. Being totally blind without my glasses.
9. Listening to political analysis.
10. Paying attention to my conscience.
11. What happened to my hormones?
12. 72-hour hangovers.
13. Snoring.
What I hate is that it seems that you wake up one morning and discover…you’re getting old. Where’s the person to stamp my passport and say, “Welcome to the next level”?
Comment by Drie — May 26, 2005 @ 9:07 pm
Don’t, don’t, don’t go there!
You are as old as you feel.
I am getting my eyes done, my boobs done (WHEN we have moved house and have some spare cash), I am paying particular attention to how I look, I am exercising to get back a flat tummy and trying desperately to lose weight!
I WILL look 25 again! (Even 35 will do…..)
Or at least I can cling to the dream………….
My hubby still fancies me something chronic!
Oh, and I have a turbo convertible! Voom, voom…..
Keep up G! Join the middle age refuse to get old club!!! Dye your pubes!
Comment by Nicola — May 26, 2005 @ 10:26 pm
Ewww…. grey pubes happen?! Ugh.
Comment by Liz — May 27, 2005 @ 5:15 pm