Hey everybody! Happy almost Friday!
Wow- sounds like a few of you a having a rough week. Jamie, hope the asthma situation gets better quickly. Hope the kitchen drama ends soon as well!
Please don't mention appliance problems too loudly.... I've got a 13yr old washer that's trying to die. I would
love a new front-loader, but so don't want to pay the $$$$$. I also dread shopping for a new one, for fear of an experience like Jamie's.
OK, so I have a vent if anyone's up for a listen. Do my doctors know I've just hit the big 4-0 and are secretly taking pleasure in reminding me about aging? I'm OK about the number. Really, it hasn't bothered me. But my last two checkups.....ugh!
First, it was the OBGYN, not so subtly suggesting that it might be time to look into surgery, because I was done having kids. OK, I know I'm happy with my family size the way it is, but I'd like to think I still have a
few years left, even if I wasn't planning on any more, KWIM??
Then, the eye doctor gives me the lovely news that, yep, I'll probably be needing progressive lenses within the next year ('cuz we don't call them bifocals anymore).
Getting the invitations to my 20th HS reunion - no problem. Seeing my best friend from HS's daughter graduate from HS - nope, didn't bother me. DS bragging to
all his friends that mommy is 40 -

still, no problem. But these two visits.....I'm about ready for the Geritol (or a stiff margarita!!)