1. My short term memory sucks. I can put clothes in the dryer with the intent of tossing them a couple minutes and then hanging them to dry. But I will forget that intention as soon as I walk away from the dryer. Which means most of my wardrobe is now Barbie doll sized, and faded.
2. I can eat an apple and a cup of cottage cheese all day, but as soon as nightfall hits I get a fiendish craving for Moo Bars and red wine. Which leads to constipation. Or diarrhea, depending on which food I eat the most of.
3. No matter how much my flexibility increases in yoga, I will never be able to touch my forehead to my knees while sitting on the mat. To do that requires a flat stomach and flat chest. Neither of which I possess.
4. Maddie is funnier at seven than I am at sixty. This probably means I am in the early stages of dementia, and entering my second childhood. Maddie and I will be equal in intellect in another 5 years or so. Two twelve year old minds, hanging out together.
...life is so very good. ~cath
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