I have aged about ten years in the last two. I always looked way young for my actual age. Until menopause, that is. Now I feel every bit of my fifty-one years. Crap.
On the plus side, I find it easier to move about in society. I am practically invisible. What a relief! Everyone expects less of me and am happy to oblige. I can address younger people as "Honey" or "Young Man" or "Hey, Kid."
I have put a bit of effort into my fuzzarelly.com website. I have been working in my studio. Also have been working on a brochure! Geek talk = I am so glad that the old computer, in OS9, supports Appleworks. It was free with the first iMac, back in '99, and I still love it.
Sweetie says he will have the new computer and free printer/scanner/fax up and operable by Monday. The scanner I am particularly interested in.
Fuzzarelly is Back
3 comments:
Ain't that a bitch. Got estrogen (young and pregnable) - young cute face. Estrogen poops out (old, impreganable, and frisky) - forget about it. I'm sure adaptive value is at work here.
NN
I hasten to add that, in your case, the twinkle in your eye and your gregarious grin keep you forever young and attractive.
NN
I am dealing with some, ahem, "female trouble." Grumble, grumble. My hormones are totally out of wack. My current goal has been to try and not eat everything in the house before noon.
Big Hug,
Shannon
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