clydeskid

How did a slim, pretty hippie flower child from the sixties who loved to dance and was ingenious enough to hide her small supply of pot in her Bob Dylan album jackets wake up one day as a 57 year old fat, grandma/great-grandma who goes to bed by 10, works full time in an office and would rather spend a weekend baking cookies with the little ones rather than going out to party?  Well, it has been quite an interesting a rocky road getting here, my friends.  Now, menopause has given me more things to think about like since when did I get more hair on my face than my husband and why do I feel like I am having my own personal summer in the middle of a Michigan winter?  Oh well, may as well find the humor in all this.