Mad Babyboomer

I'm mad about a few things. I've always been mad about not being born a mermaid (isn't everybody?). More recently however, I'm mad about being deep into the second half of my life without ever looking up at the clock. I'm mad 'cause my joints hurt. I'm mad 'cause I'm not a size 9 anymore.

I suddenly feel an urgency to find the fearless carefree girl I left behind shortly after kids and the mortgage took over. it's time to have fun again! Now where did I put that bucket list...