18 January 2006

...when I'm 64

This morning I saw a woman, a little on the chubby side, grey hairs showing. She was vaguely familiar, but I didn't really recognise her. Not until she started repeating my exact moves.

I was looking in the mirror.

Now, how weird is that!? I know for a fact I'm but a wee lassie of, say, 25 - my hubby will confirm this! - and yet, here was this impersonator in my very own bathroom.

Uh-oh. Spooky. Will I still need me, will I still feed me, when I'm 64?

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Yes, you will!!For various reasons you will know that is just THE question for me these days,at the age of 64 , BUT yessss, I shall feed me as long as I am 64, and definitely see to it that someone will need me much longer!Hugs, Mum

Just D said...

It's what you FEEL like thats important! And thats the joy of loving your husband and him loving you - you'll feed each other!

hopelandik said...

I laughed a bit too loud as I read this entry...could it that your epiphany resounded too well within my own 36 year old mind? Good to know that an American woman can enjoy comraderie with a good humored gal across the water.

Sam said...

The same thing happened to me the other morning, but he'd come to fix my window.