Recently my personal odometer clicked over to 43 years. Bloody hell! Turning 40 was for me like riding the crest of a wave. I shimmied about in size nine skinny jeans as I celebrated with family and friends. At 43 unfortunately the wave has crashed upon the rocky shores of aging. Lets just say, aging gracefully without cosmetic intervention is over rated.
Being Mumabs, I can think of many scenarios to ease the pain of the situation but none of them are clean – except for this one.
Albert Einstein was a mere whippersnapper of 26 when he published the original theory of relativity in 1905. By contrast its taken me until age 43 to come up with my own theory of relatively. Are you ready for it? Mumabs theory of relativity for the year 2013 is……
The older I become, the hawter everyone else becomes relatively.
My regular morning coffee on my local high street is doing my head in. I mean why are all these young girls and guys so ridiculously smokin’ hawt? I don’t remember people being so hawt in the 1990s*. No wonder the polar icecaps are melting. Then I pause and remember its just basic physics as encapsulated by my law of relativity. (It may also be the eastern beaches effect. I swear there’s a door bitch on Anzac Parade turning away the nawt hawt).
On the positive side, aging can provide a “get out of jail free card” for not looking my best. When I am inevitably disappointed by what I see in the mirror, the horror is soften by thoughts like;
“The situation is not too bad for my age”
“Well everyone else is in the same boat and its sinking fast”
“Its not going to get any better but bugger it. I can still have fun”
So for me its shoulders back, tummy in and lets go and enjoy the day. Carpe diem and other cliches.
Oh look. Some of my favorite crumpets are lining up to wish me a Happy Birthday. How sweet!
Trust Professor Brian to find something comforting in mathematics.
But Viggo honey, I think you might be shopping from the wrong catalogue.
Meanwhile beautiful Tom has the right idea.
Just when you thought my chance had passed, I go and save the best for Fass.
Oh my! I’m short of breath. I cant believe I am saying this but you boys will just have wait. Dadabulous is taking me out for a romantic dinner at a funky bistro. Put the champagne on ice. We are on our way.
How do you have fun on your birthday?
Many Happy Returns
* This might have had something to do with the ankle length skirts teamed with Doc Martens – and that’s just the blokes.