Yes, at 48, you're mind still thinks like you're 30 but your body calls you a lying sack o'shit. Things are no longer in the appropriate places. It's only funny when you are young and dumb. I happen to believe that if you make fun of someone, you will get to experience their pain, in one form or another. I do remember being young and cocky with perfect perky tits, a flat stomach and an ass that was like a Marine hair cut; high n tight. I made fun of those ol' biddy's as they got off the Bingo bus, dragging their nipples as they walked, tripping the person behind them with their ass, which dripped outa their girdle. Drippin' n Trippin'. They had lipstick, smeared, up to, right below their nose and their had that familiar bingo butt smell, you know like they'd just just shoved a whole pepperoni pizza up their ass. Yes, I made fun of these old bitches and now, I'm in danger of becoming, "one of them." This is worse than the movie, "Night of the Living Dead." This is real bad. "There coming for you Barbara."
I look back at my own Grandma's at this age and I see a different breed of woman. I have been a Grandma for many years and I do not look or behave as they did. I've been told to cut my hair or act my age, you know that group that wants me to get on the bingo bus. Now, for those of you who think like that, I can only hope that you get old quick and fall right in to the pack, with the old dogs. But if you're not the lead dog, you know the one who refuses to wear a moo moo and have a tiny blue perm, your view never changes. I am a lead dog, I will go down fighting, spitting, clawing and equalizing the situation. How's my 48 year old asshole look?