…I just ate the last piece of my own birthday cake. Thank you, Bliss Bakery, for making a cake that is still good a week later.
…what used to be menopause is now officially menofilibuster.
…I am still learning the exact same lessons I thought I’d already learned when I turned 21, 31, and 41. Old dog, same tricks.
…it is now abundantly clear to me why my sister is always formulating plots about faking her own death
…that memoir I’ve been planning to write would likely have to end with me faking my own death, anyway.
…I’ve finally reconciled myself to the fact that when my mother said (disparagingly) in 1981 that moving to Massachusetts would turn me into a bleeding heart liberal she was mostly right.
…I am still mad at Tim Geithner and Larry Summers for siding with the banks (and don’t tell me they didn’t).
…I will always eat lunch at home standing up, even though I haven’t had to do that for, like, ten years.
…I’m ready to admit I buy my jeans at Chico’s.
…so I would like all of the cash I wasted on gym memberships back now, please, because walking in those Chico’s jeans is not only free, it’s so much better for society at large than doing anything in yoga pants in public.
…my friend Jenny is right – everyone thinks you’re lying when you say you’re fifty because it is too round a number, but everyone will believe you when you tell them you are fifty-one.
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