Hey Awesome Moxie-Dude Reader!
By the time you read this post I’ll be about 30,000 feet in the air, travelling to Florida for spring break with my kids.
(Note to burglars: Dakota and Jed, my BIG DOGS, are home. But if you decide to go to my house while I’m away, please water my plants. And don’t forget to turn off the alarm before you break in. The code is . . . Oh pelease! You didn’t actually think I was going to post my code alarm HERE did you?)
Back to you, Awesome Moxie-Dude Reader!
(Confession: I’m on my third cup of coffee so my enthusiasm is over-the-top-on-the-roof this morning.)
While I’m happy about getting away from the cold weather, I’m a little concerned about the pressure I’ll be under to wear a T-shirt. Why? Because very recently (read: early this morning) I walked by the mirror in my pajamas and noticed an unsuspecting change in my body. One I wasn’t expecting to happen to me. Like ever.
According to my reflection, I now have old lady elbows.
Wait. It gets worse.
Just as I was digesting this little piece of news (and when I say “digesting”, I really mean GETTING OVER THE SHOCK), I also learned that I can’t walk AND open my eyes in bulging shock at the same time. Stopped in mid-stride, I was also a little unable to speak.
The voice in my head was screaming, “WTF!!! When did THIS happen?” But seriously, all I was able to do was stare at this very unwelcomed view of crinkled old lady skin halfway up my arm. Clearly my body has gotten comfortable with my new age since my last birthday. And to be quite frank, I’m not happy about this.
In other news, here’s a link to the latest Musings by Mona column over on the Algoma News site.
PS. The column is about what I’ve learned while raising teenagers. Unfortunately, there’s nothing in there about aging elbows. Which is why I decided to write about this important topic/discovery here.