When I was in my 20s and working in corporate America, I looked at 32 year old people as frumpy old people. When I was in my teens, 32 year olds were ancient. And now I am one of those old ladies. I know I am not really old, but this is the first birthday that I am starting to feel older.
I no longer care about panty lines. Yup - I said it. I used to be a slave to a thong before I got pregnant. Don't get me wrong, I wear them occasionally, but I would NEVER go out of the house with a visible panty line. Now my ass is so big that no one is looking at it anyway, so what do I care!
|32 year old Mama J in all my glory! Ignore the mess in the back!|
My eyesight is getting worse, so I am wearing my glasses around the house all the time now.
I am obsessed with crocheting scarves as of late. Most nights you can find me in my favorite chair in the living room with a blanket over my legs and a crochet needle in my hand as I knot away and create presents for friends and family.
I drink tea all the time now.
So what I am saying is that I am an granny-panty-wearing, bespectacled, knitting old lady who can most nights be found under an afghan in front of the tv with a mug of hot tea next to her.
And I am lovin' every minute of it!!