No, this post is not about my tush being similar to that of an old woman’s tush- in fact, I’ve been told I have quite a nice junk trunk. This post is about how last night I relayed a story to my mom at the end of which she called me a tired old lady. Not cool, mom.
I was telling my hip mom that I had gone out for drinks, I stayed out and danced until 1:30am. But I confessed that while I had fun, and it was awesome to see my girls, I would have been pleased as punch to be in bed by 12am and quite honestly, I was exhausted and yawning all night. Mommy dearest thinks I need to get out more, or play team sports.
So I’m an old granny (sans grand-kids) before my time. I always have been. I had an ulcer at 17, heart burn and all. My joints creek, my feet ache, I work 70 hours a week and I’m tired. I like relaxing on the couch. I recently went to the supermaket in sweat pants. I like watching my TV shows. I listen to both the TV and the radio way too loud and when someone calls, I then have to ask them to hold on while I turn it down. I’ve never tasted pickled herring but I probably like it.
pickled herring
The thing is, I had years of partying and I had years of staying out and staying up until all hours of the morning. I’ve slept on the bathroom floor more times than I care to recall (shut up, so have you!) and I think, for the most part, I’m over it.
Now, do not get me wrong- I like a good girls night out, bachelorette party or birthday party extravaganza. I’m just saying that on a daily and even weekly basis, I’m too tired and cranky to party. And more importantly, its OK with me. I’m OK with chillin’ at home, making a yummy dinner (you heard it here first, I’ve started to cook over the past few months) and enjoying the company of friends, with some wine, at a dinner party that ends by 11:30 and has me in bed by 12am. It’s not a lot to ask and it’s nothing to be ashamed of.
me
And since a post that uses the word “granny” so often just would not be complete without them, here are granny panties:
(These are your grandma’s parachute panties, which I don’t wear, but if I did, they would look like these)
HAHAHA – herring.. please say you won’t revert to herring! I too am a granny – been reading the newspaper every morning while dribbling my cereal or oatmeal, depending on the season. And I too love being in bed by 12. Maybe this is why we’re friends…
HAHA – It’s true, Rebecca is also a granny. When we were in college she was already saving clippings of newspaper articles and suggesting that I read them! Not that there is anything wrong with getting a good night’s sleep! (as I write this post at 1:00 am on a Saturday night)
nice 1
almost shit my granny panties while reading
I don’t necessarily refer to myself as a granny, I say that I’m an old fart, because I am bitter like an old man and fart like one too. That’s another thing about getting old, you start to fart in public, not just the silent-but-deadly kind, but the loud ones. When you’re old it’s your right.
Still, I wear granny panties and not diapers…yet!