I finally recovered from the enormous headache that the cigar gave me yesterday afternoon. I guess that is why I don't sit around anymore drinking booze with a cigar hanging out of my mouth all of the time. Not to mention I would look very unhouswifeslashmotherly like.

I guess I have to come to terms with the fact that I am getting old. I can't just run to the grocery in my Misfits T-shirts and Dr. Marten ten holes (although my monkey would be tickled pink if I did). These days I am Supermom. That stuff would clash with my red pinstriped apron and matching hair scrunchie. Imagine me and the whole tribe of little people pulling into the parking lot of Publix with the windows rolled down and Violent Femmes blaring on the CD player, me and the little people dancing and singing along...oh wait, that has happened. Hee :) Okay, so I am not June Cleaver, sue me. You'll never find a Barney sing-along in my vehicle.

We do, however, enjoy our Disney mp3s a great deal. So I guess I'm not all bad :)

Posted by gwendolyn on April 25, 2001 at 09:23 AM