Sometimes, I find myself a loss for words. I know, I know it's hard to believe. Always being the talkative one in my family and always the student who continually talked in school and was berated by the Sisters for not paying attention. Somehow I think those reprimands did something to my mind. I find myself paying attention to EVERYTHING now, even the most curious things.
Like...Why it is that as we age, we women, end up in our late 50's and 60's with a tummy on us reminiscent of our fifth month of pregnancy that is attached to skinny bird legs? It's true...just take a look around you!
Why is it I am still attracted to fashion styles that only a 20 to 30 "something girl" can wear and STILL want to try them on only to shake my head and think..."What ever was I thinkin".
Why is it when I look into the mirror every morning I wonder where my soft, smooth, and wrinkle free skin went? Sigh...No more Cover Girl.
Why is it when I try to read the small print on packages, or instructions I need a magnifying glass or my reading glasses to see? (Reminds me of Little Red Riding Hood..."Grandma what big eyes you have". "The better to see you with my dear".
Why is it we are NEVER ready for "grannie panties" BUT end up wearing them because they have more material that can cover the excess poundage that somehow ended up there??
Sisters did me a disservice. If I had not been reprimanded for talking perhaps I would not have started paying attention to things that I never thought of thinking about.... But do now.