As for my actual age, I'm on the downhill slope of 25. I like to hold myself against impossible standards for 25-year-olds. I mean, it's always 25 that gets the comparison, isn't it?
"He left me for his 25-year-old secretary!"
"She has the body of a 25-year-old!"
"I wish I was 25 again!"
Currently I feel more around 55 than 25, but that's stress for you. I cut off my hair out of laziness, because I don't like the way ponytails pull on my hair, and up-do's require too much time, and I have to have my hair out of the way for clinicals. Not holding myself up to the standard too well, am I?
I did some fun things this weekend. You should look at my pictures and compliment me.*
|Me and my brother being silly. "TRAPPED IN THE CORN!"|
|Me and el husband.|
|This is what a corn maze looks like from the interior.|
|That's right, we were carving pumpkins like it's 1992!|
|And that's my girl cat, eviscerating Evan's pumpkin throat. Poor pumpkin.|
Oh, and I thought the season premiere of The Walking Dead was great! How about you other fans??
*you don't have to compliment me. Really.