What does a woman have to do around here to get a glass of wine?
I’m not sure if anyone else has had this issue, but the last few times I have ordered a glass of wine at a restaurant they asked me….do you want a 6 oz glass or an 8 oz glass? Huh? When did I need to start ordering a SIZE for a glass of wine? I just want a glass of wine, when did it become complicated?
This weekend I had an accident. Not a serious one, but one that made me stop and think. My husband and I (with the kids) stopped to get the oil changed in the car. We realized as we were driving away and heard a thump…the guys who changed the oil placed our electronic key on top of the car. Marc put 2-plus-2 together and realized the thump we heard was our ridiculously expensive electronic key falling off the top of the car and into the middle of a busy highway. (We know this because we’ve already had to replace one electronic key once before.) So I say , no way!, and we whip around to retrieve the key. Marc parked in a lot perpendicular to where the key lay the middle of the three lane highway and I jumped out to retrieve it. My plan was to wait until the traffic passed, then sprint out to get the key and sprint back. But reality played a cruel trick on me. I indeed did attempt to sprint into the lane (while vehicles waited to make right-hand turns) but instead of sprinting, I launched myself face-first into the middle of the street. I don’t know what happened. I honestly don’t. One minute I was moving my legs forward and the next minute my chin was hitting the concrete. I did not even brace myself from landing face-first. Not only was I mortified but I was really hurt. I took off all the skin on my left knee, put road rash on my chin and made myself sore all over for three days. The worse part was the bruise to my ego. It really made me stop and think about my age. At that moment, I felt like MY MOM and I said to myself, maybe this is the point in life where I can no longer run. That’s being a little over-dramatic. I can still run, but it made me realize all the physical things I had taken for granted all these years and that age is really creeping up on me. I will be 40 next year. It made 40 not seem like “just a number” any more.