I think we all have a certain age when we feel like we are officially middle-age. I am staring it right in the eye. I don't think it so much has to do with the age that I am turning this year, which will remain unmentioned, but the way I feel and the things going on in my life right now.
For instance, on Friday night I got pulled over by our local police, which hasn't happened since I was in college, for "failing to come to a complete stop at a stop sign" . When the officer came up to my car, he looked like he was about 18, a sure sign you are middle-age when those in authority start looking like kids, right? By the way, he let me go with a warning, and never once called me ma'am, for which I want to nominate him officer of the year!
My middle boy is leaving for college in a few weeks.
My middle is getting wider, which I attribute to perimenopaus, another sure sign of middle-age.
One middle that isn't so bad is that of an Oreo.
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2 comments:
Kim, you are so funny... No you are still a young chick.... I just erased a picture off my Facebook because i really looked bent over and old, kinda like my mom... Oh my! that is scary.My brother reminded me that we are next to die.
A happy thought in one sense, to be with Jesus, but how i have to get there is another.....
middles......hmmmmmmm i like being in the middle of the kids...i like being in the middle of the bed! i like the middle of cake....i love the middle of the night....i like the middle of my day....i like the middle of christmas day....i love the middle of my bathtub!!!i love the middle of a story....and the middle of prancer! middles...i like them.....
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