You know that dream where you’re wearing a hat eerily similar to Elmer Fudd’s and you put foundation on your toothbrush instead of toothpaste and then when you get to school there are giant stuffed animals in the potholes in the parking lot? No? Oh. Never mind, then.
I'm a middle aged woman doing the things that middle aged women do and trying not to beat myself up. I'm living the life I choose with the man I love, the grown up son who impresses me all the time, and the most adorable pup ever rescued from the euthanasia list. We live in the heat of the Southwest, where I regularly sweat through my Lane Bryant bras.