I’ve had a week of being 40, and…whatever. I’m over it. I’m more interested now in WTF happened in “Game of Thrones” and why, why, WHY when I shave my legs and get them all silky smooth do I always forget to shave my knees? Seriously. My knees are like the Sasquatch Bermuda Triangle. I don’t even know what that means, exactly, except that it’s bad. And I need to wear longer dresses.
Luckily, Kealoha just ignores my knees entirely. For a while, when he’d touch my leg, I thought he just had a thing against knees. They’re angular, not particular sexy, but then I looked down. He was just nice enough not to say anything about the crop circle growing on my knees. Now that’s LOVE.
I’m now officially old enough to have permanently crossed into Quirkyville. So, I leave cabinet doors open, I routinely ignore shaving my knees, I’m trying to eat healthy so this means I now have salads for breakfast, and after years and years of trying, I’m pretty sure I’m incapable of relaxing.
It’s all good. I’m okay with this. Plus, I’m too engrossed in gorging on “Game of Thrones” episodes to care about piddly things like my smoothness, or lack thereof. Priorities, right?