In my 20’s, I was single and drove a convertible all around town…chicks at my beck and call…not a care in the world.
Now?
I’m married with kids. My last car was a Minivan. I know all of my Disney princesses by hair colour?! I get a tingling sensation in my nether region whenever I watch Dick Van Dike dance. I watched Glee and Skating With the Stars…the Finale!!
I think I need to recapture my cool. I’m going to buy some gold chains at The Dollar store and rent a Moped…then drive all around town with my chest hair flowing in the breeze.
Or at 50 years of age, is this possibly my mid-life crisis?