~ When asked “where is the after-party?!” my first thought was: “The only place I’m going after this is home to take off my makeup and these shoes. Have fun.”
~ When receiving a speeding ticket, my thought wasn’t “oh crap, a fine!” my first thought was: “Oh CRAP – my insurance!”
~ When texted to go out to the bars at 11:30 p.m., my first thought was: “Wah… where am I? Is it morning yet?” (I had already fallen asleep. Granted, after 3 glasses of wine at Messina Hof, but still.”
~ When shopping and considering new jeans and shoes, my first thought was: “Do I REALLY want this or should I put this money in my IRA?”
~ When my friend asked me to dog-sit for the weekend, my first thought was: “Hmmm… I just shampooed the carpets. I hope he’s potty trained.”
~ When one of my friends got pregnant, my first thought was NOT: “Oopsie. Who’s the dad?” (Thank goodness for this!)
~ When my phone rings with an unrecognized number, my first thought wasn’t “Stalker!” my first thought was: “Hold on, I have to take this. Business call.”
It’s true; I’m getting old. Gracefully. And I don’t care what you say, I like it. Still just the right amount of fun, just the right amount of real world. These are the days!
XOXO
jam