Here's a conversation I had with my daughter yesterday...
MY 7 YEAR OLD: Are you gonna get a new car while I'm this old?
ME: No, I don't think so. Why?
MY 7 YEAR OLD (shrugging casually): I was thinking about a car that would make us both happy.
(Keep in mind, we're not in the market for a new car. At all.)
ME (suspiciously): What?
MY 7 YEAR OLD: A convertible!
ME (laughing): I don't think so.
MY 7 YEAR OLD-GOING ON USED CAR SALESMAN (raising her eyebrows now, in her best "what-do-I-have-to-do-to-put-you-in-this-car-today" look): It'll make you feel young.
Nice! So when did my age become an issue? When did feeling younger become a problem that I needed to consider? When did I become a candidate for gold chains and hair plugs?
Isn't 40 supposed to be the new 20?
Am I right? Who's with me?
Hello...
hellooo...
Is this thing on???
Thursday, September 11, 2008
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2 comments:
40 is totally the new 20. Or maybe it's 38. I lose track. But yeah, a convertible would make you feel younger. She does have a point.
I'm mailing your bookmarks before the week is out. Should it really be so hard to drag my butt to the post office? Now maybe if I had a nice convertible to drive, I'd be looking for excuses to get out.
See ya!
You are a funny, funny girl! Notice I didn't say "woman"? See, 40 is the new 20 (or 38, as the case may be).
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