We’re composting—and finally, there is an ultra ecologically friendly place for my egg shells, apple cores, coffee grounds and banana peels. Consider yourself low maintenance? For me, happiness can be found in a pile of rotting vegetable matter.
The kids who were born when we were graduating are still carrying around fake ID’s. They won’t even be able to rent a car for another half a decade. So let’s put away those walking canes and bask in the pinnacle of our youth, shall we? These are our glory days, people!
There now. Your fear of old age is dwindling faster than your social security.
As chasing after three kids somehow didn’t keep me in shape, I decided to take up swimming. Hair slicked beneath swim cap, I stopped mid-lap, gasping and clutching my sides, strained my eyes through my goggles and found the entire Simsbury High School swim team. Suddenly I was seventeen and back in the THS parking lot, learning to drive as the football team rolled in.
Two decades later, it doesn’t get any easier.