Pardon Me?

No reason for this. Just savor the cuteness of them watching TV.

It's early morning. Way early morning. 4:30 in the early morning.

Before you feel sorry for me, know this; I was in bed at 8:00 last night.

How old am I?

I blame it on the mysterious illness that has felled everyone I work with; one by one. I am resolute that I will not be one of them, but yesterday back in the cave, (my office at work - office being a very loose euphemism) long about 4 or 4:30 my large noggin' was nodding and bouncing. Feeling woozy and SO TIRED and just a tad ick. I nearly nearly called Pup to come rescue me, but cooler heads prevailed (although I was vacillating between hot and cold in rapid succession).

I slept like this. Really.

So now after eight glorious hours of sleep I'm up, drinking my coffee and reading my neglected blogs.

I've been on a bit of a blog-vacuum of late. Nothing will be dislodged out of the oft mentioned hugely huge noggin'. There just isn't anything in there.

Well, that's not true. Plenty is in there, but believe me, it should only stay there.

Like this:

I had my yearly last week where the woman giving me my exam was confounded at the year of my birth. Saying a few different times how I look marvelous and have great hair and look 'so young'! Even though I'm a chubby f-er right now (maybe forever) and not feeling so hot. Not hot. Even though a client for the Tumbler was following me around like a puppy yesterday. Kinda. I know that look. I was relieved to see that the look isn't only a dim memory. Ha!

Now - cut to the next day. I'm shopping and bring my purchases to the young un at the check out.

"Would you like the senior discount"? she asks.

I stare at her.

Me?? Is she talking to me? Me of the lustrous hair (chemically enhanced as it is) and youngness dripping off of me like a Dairy Queen dip cone?

So, my smugness lasted about 24 hours. Gotta keep it real.

I told this story to both of my daughters and the younger one stated, "Oh yes mom, you're aging well."

Holy hannah. That was another anchor-moment. Aging? Oh dear!

Now why would that word bug me? Not sure about that.

I don't think it bothers me. Getting older that is. But I'm as vain as the next woman. I color my hair and consider other procedures (so far consideration is as far as I've gotten).

My age is good! I like having my life experience behind me AND in front of me. Nothing wrong with that.

Meanwhile, I have a sweet husband that got me this lovely piece of perfection for my birthday month (which is also our anniversary month so it's a double present - the best).

Isn't he awesome? I have to mention that he did this totally unaided by me (for real!). He simply overheard a conversation I was having with his niece and actually remembered the NAME of the bag! He REMEMBERED! Most of the time I don't think he's listening at all.

Here's the next thing I want to 'mention' in a conversation. Do you think I'll get it?

But seriously, how fun would this car be? I want it like I want good coffee. And good sex.

So impractical, but so fucking cute!