Getting old-er ...

I''m usually pretty good at going in for my annual physical, but I've decided to skip it this year.  Ignorance is bliss and I know exactly what the doctors will tell me.  I need to lose some weight, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah ... It's not helping that I got solicitation in the mail from AARP this past year and just the other day a mailer from Sentinel Plan arrived, "A sound and dependable plan that will help pay the last expenses and funeral costs ..." What in the world?  I'm 40-something, why is the world trying to make me feel like I've already got one foot in the grave?  Maybe I should make time for that annual physical after all ...

To make things worse, the other day as I was walking to the parking garage with the receptionist from work. Here is cute and petite, Melissa, walking beside me in a short dress and 3-inch high heels and the thought that came into my head was how long it has been since I was able to comfortably wear dresses that short and heels that high.  These days I dress for comfort.  The skirts are longer, the heels shorter and the waist band ... stretch-ier ... (((SIGH)))  ... I need a hug ...