We all make sacrifices in life. In starts when we are toddlers and our parents force us to share our favorite toy with some snotty nose kid so we can make friends. Then in high school you step back and let your BFF go out with the object of your affection while you are stuck goin' to the movies on a Saturday night with the class nerd 'cause ya ain't got nuthin' better to do. At your first real job you let some corporate climber walk all over you and take credit for your brilliant idea 'cause you haven't yet developed a back bone. You get the idea folks. When does it end? When do you decide enough is enough?
Well, the other day, my friend Grayson texted me and said "just realized it is your half birthday. Happy, Happy". DAMN, I forgot all about it. That means I'm 1/2 way through the year I turn fucking fifty. I decided right then and there, to forget about the same old, same old routine I've been doing. Time to take the bull by the horns. No more compromises and no more sacrifices for me!!! It's time this old bitch shake thangs up. I signed up for more Pure Barre classes even though my hamstrings are so sore I can barely walk up and down steps. The one ply sandpaper-like toilet paper that cheapo Uncle Jeffy bought has been deep sixed 'cause my wrinkly ass deserves bettah! I allowed myself an extra grande, decaf, nonfat, peppermint mocha this week 'cause to me they taste like an orgasm in a cup. The glorious sun beat down on my topless body without sunscreen or fear of shame 'cause it's my backyard and I own it (along with a generous mortgage from the bank). Hell, I even stayed up past my normal 8:45pm bedtime and watched a stupid Lifetime movie just to be a rebel. One day I went to the grocery store and indulged:
Dinnah was divine!!!!