Yes, yes, I know that I lead a very rich fantasy life. In my head, though, I am convinced that everyone around me also thinks I am still a college student, and the bags under my eyes and lack of showering are due to the fact that I was pulling an all-nighter to finish a paper or playing beer pong into the wee hours at some really cool party. Wow they are probably thinking. That poor girl. Going to college AND raising a baby. Or even better, I imagine that they think I am just Anna's nanny. Because SURELY I look much, much too young to have a baby of my own.
That fantasy was sufficiently kicked to the curb on Friday, when I found this in my mailbox.
|Dear AARP, SUCK IT! Love, Leslie|
So I guess maybe this is the universe's way of telling me that I need to stop fretting about turning thirty and just enjoy where I am right now. I may not be the college girl that I once was, but I have a long ways to go until I really will be able to classify myself as a "retired person".
And in the meantime, I might just go ahead and send in for that membership. I hear they get some pretty sweet deals...