MIddleAgedPlague

It took me a long time to admit to being middle aged, and now that I'm firmly there, I think I'll stay here for awhile.

I no longer worry about impressing the boys or being eaten alive by the cheerleader girls; I'm older than my mother was when she had me; and I'm comfortable with who and what I am. My children are not quite as comfortable about this as I am, but all mothers eventually become an embarrassment to their progeny.

My blog deals with the oddities and ends of modern life, with an emphasis on humor because we need more of that in our lives.