How the fuck did this happen? It appears that while I have been preoccupied with raising the coolest teenager ever, walking the dog, finishing grad school, picking up boxers off the bedroom floor with my toes (I am quite gifted at times), teaching, writing, and trying to be a good and helpful daughter, supportive sister, tolerant spouse, loyal friend, productive employee, and sort of vegetarian, I have very nearly made it to the half-century mark. I had no plans to celebrate the event which is not until the end of the month, but my girl-gang of middle-aged party animals decided to storm my house Saturday evening as I sat on the couch in stained sweatpants and a sports bra eating a tomato salad and watching Keeping up with the Kardashians (oh the shame). They actually blindfolded me and threw me into a stretch limo (after a quick costume change and slap of make-up) and took me on an abbreviated "This is Your Life" bar crawl that began at the diviest dive bar on St. Pete Beach and ended with me insisting that we pull over so I could barf on the side of the road early Sunday morning while White Snake's "Here I go Again" pounded on the stereo. All I can say is that I'm glad I'm still here, I am a lucky girl to have the friends and family I have and to have made it to 50 (almost)with most of my parts still intact. What's next?
