I'm wondering when the mid-life crisis hits.
I've had some crazy thoughts lately; I'm sure my husband's head is spinning:
- I'm ready for a red convertible.
- I'm not really caring what I wear at the beach. (I can hear you gasping now. After all, tanned fat looks much better than non-tanned fat.)
- Can we just move to somewhere new and start over?
- How much does a tummy tuck cost, and how soon can I get that done?
- Does getting your nose pierced hurt? What about my belly button?
Ok, ok. You can quit judging me now. At least I'm not ready to trade in Mr. Coach for a new one. :)
