The day of my birth has come and gone and I feel a bit of the blue funks. Don't get me wrong, I had a grand day altogether. I was pampered, suprised, and given lots of lovely gifts. My morose mood stems from simply ageing. I am not sure I want to slide farther into adaulthood. I have been married for almost 12 years, and five children. I am a home owner, and a mini-van driver. Is that not enough? Can I not stop there? Must what is left of my youth be sucked slowly from me?
It seems that time (and gravity) wait for no woman.