I am now, officially, too old for it to be possible for me to have a baby at the same age my mom had her first child.
My mom, who I thought was SO OLD she was practically dessicated when I was a toddler. SO OLD that she might break a hip if I looked at her with too much intensity. SO OLD that she may have once had a hot hot affair with Charlemagne...
And me? Why, I'm pretty sure I was 17 about an hour ago. Remember? When I stuck those Pretzel Stix up my nose at lunch? Or when I giggled my way through a meeting last week because I was NOT wearing underwear? Or when I doodled monkeys having sex on my electric bill? Or tried to get the cats to drink some of my dirty martini?
Gah, when did this happen?
I'm not upset - just curious about how this crazy ride will all turn out. Hopefully on a porch-swing somewhere warm.