While watching a recorded basketball game on TV where it is really all about me and I am featured predominantly or so I think, I had one of those come to Jesus moments. Wait. That can’t be right. I mean I know my dearests are all grown-upish and they named those cool jeans after me, but what up girl? There was a woman of a certain age in my seat!?!$!! And she looked like she wanted to eat her young, even though the game was fun and exciting. I just saw the movie Book Club which featured four actresses who are all of that certain age, and they looked gooooood. I mean Jane Fonda is eighty and except for a scene where she was scurrying out of a hotel like a much younger lass, she pulled it off. Body doubles need jobs too ya know. I get good doctors, good lighting, and all the accouterments of bipity bopity boo, but still. Made me kind of cranky and no one wants that. The movie was actually pretty good once they exhausted every cliche and stereotype of ‘that certain age’. My Manfriend fell asleep which was probably for the best. As he likes to remind me ‘you don’t have to tell everything’. Good point. Let’s just say the TV camera lies. Enough said. Now I’m lusting after the Queen Mary tiara that Megan the Duchess of Sussex wore during her wedding. The royals know how to showcase themselves and have no problem with more is more, less is a bore. We should all have titles and I’m constructing one of my own. Hope it catches on. Maybe then I won’t be so concerned that riding a golf cart on the course after it rains causes irreparable damage and indentations to the grass. #facesofacertainagearewetsod #thatswhywedrink