I read an article the other day that said that women peak at 31. Imagine how that made me feel on Friday when I turned that magical number myself.
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| The birthday girl/old lady |
Of course, the article was talking about beauty and was based on a survey performed by QVC to celebrate Beauty Month. Nonetheless for the “peaked” it presents a bleak and, quite frankly, ugly future. It’s all downhill from here.
So how should I spend my last good year? There’s so much I still hope to accomplish before I start drooling all over myself and wearing adult diapers. But, alas, the good part of life is half over. If 31 is the pinnacle, then at 62, all that will be left is a wrinkly, saggy mess. Why bother living any longer?
Well, for one thing, I think the survey is crap. Screw you QVC. I’ll keep plucking or dying my gray hairs, slathering makeup on my wrinkly face, and shaking my drooping booty well into my nineties. Peaked or not, life is just beginning.
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| A few of my greatest accomplishments |
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| I made that tushy. |
Girly, for your "30's", back up a decade. Whenever asked, promptly reply "I'm 29." No one will questions you one it. Happy Birthday!
ReplyDeleteIndeed, life IS just beginning. Agreed, the survey is crap. And I love your wonderful accomplishments. Your little darling boys are a tremendous achievement and credit to good mothering on your part. What ole paper hanging on a wall could compare to that?
ReplyDeleteWell, Happy Birthday! You got the right attitude too...
ReplyDeleteDude, I hope I look that hot when I get to be 31 again!
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