Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Day 73, July 31

Well, another year has passed and another birthday has crept upon me.

Birthdays at my age are not so much a celebration  as they are a sigh of relief, as in "I made it through another year."  This last year has not been a piece of (birthday) cake.  Two weddings, a hip replacement, and dealing with a menopausal mate have multiplied my wrinkles and doubled up my use of Lady Clairol.

Anymore, I don't measure birthdays by years.  I measure them by how far my breasts have drooped.  I even have a special ruler to keep track of their fall from grace. 

Do you think there's a market for such a thing?

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