Now that I’m 34-years-old, I’ve finally figured out what I want to be when I grow up.
I want to be this lady:
I’m not kidding around here. Think about it… she gets to wear a pink cowgirl hat AND a motherfucking tiara.
How cool is that?
Um, it’s cool. Trust me. Plus I bet someone else washes her hair and bathes her, which is pretty much my new life goal.
I’ve been struggling with my age lately. When I look in the mirror I see my face starting to age, and that is hard to come to terms with.
Hearing this woman roar with laughter over something the cashier said put everything into perspective. Who gives a shit if my laugh lines are getting deeper? At least I’m still laughing.