Have you ever noticed that when you're over the hill, everything seems uphill from where you are?? Stairs are steeper. Groceries are heavier. And everything is farther away. Yesterday I walked to the corner and was dumbfounded to discover how long our street had become. And that's not all. People are less considerate now, especially the young ones. They speak in whispers all the time, and if you ask them to speak up, they just repeat themselves, endlessly mouthing the same silent message until they're red in the face and exhausted. What do they think I am, a lip reader?? Goodness sakes, they are so much younger than they used to be when I was their age! On the other hand, people my own age are so much older than I am. I ran into an old classmate the other day, and she has aged so much that she didn't even recognize me. I got to thinking about the poor dear while I was combing my hair this morning, and in so doing I glanced at my own reflection. REALLY NOW . . . they don't even make mirrors like they used to! And everyone drives so fast today . . . you're risking life and limb if you happen to pull onto the freeway in front of them. All I can say is, their brakes must wear out awfully fast, the way I see them screech and swerve in my rear view mirror. Even clothing manufacturers are becoming less civilized these days. Why else would they suddenly start labeling a size 6 dress as a 12? Do they think no one notices that these things no longer fit around the waist, hips, thighs, and bosom? And too, the fabric in dresses and slacks is so skimpy these days, (especially around the hips and waist), that it's almost impossible to reach my shoelaces! The sizes just don't run the way they used to. The people who make bathroom scales are pulling the same prank, but in reverse. Do they think I actually believe the number I see on that dial??? HA!! I would never let myself weigh that much! Just who do these people think they're fooling?? I'd like to call up someone in authority to report what's going on . . . but the telephone company is in on the conspiracy too. They've printed the phonebooks in such small type that no one could ever find a number in there! All I can do is pass along this warning: MATURITY IS UNDER ATTACK!
What is "Midlife" Ladies? Midlife is when the growth of the hair on our legs slows down. This gives us plenty of time to care for our newly acquired mustache. Midlife women no longer have upper arms; we have wingspans. We are no longer women in sleeveless shirts; we are flying squirrels in drag. Midlife has hit when you stand naked in front of the mirror and can see your rear end without turning around. Midlife is when you bounce (a lot), but you don't bounce back. It's more like splat! Midlife is when you want to grab every firm young babe in a tube top and scream, "Listen, honey, even the Roman Empire fell, and those things will too!" You know you are middle aged when you go for a mammogram and know it is the only time someone will ask you to appear topless in a film. Midlife brings the wisdom that life throws you curves and that you're now sitting on your biggest ones. Midlife can bring out your angry, bitter side. You look at your gum-popping, latte-swilling, beeper-wearing, smart mouthed, know-it-all teenager and think, "For this I have stretch marks?" Midlife is when your memory really starts to go: the only thing you still retain is water. The good news about midlife is the glass is still half-full. Of course, the bad news is that it won't be long before your teeth are floating in it.