You are correct.

Yes, LinkedIn, you are correct. Those are jobs I may be interested in. But now is not the time. We’ll talk later.

Yes, sweet boy, you are correct. I would better block your soccer kicks if I was paying attention. But your brother has a shovel. Forgive me for being distracted.

Yes, Superior Court, you are correct. I did defer last year as the breastfeeding mom of an infant. You did make it clear I had a year to get my nursling at least weaned enough to do jury duty. You warned me. I just kind of forgot.

Yes, sweet man, you are correct. You did get the right coffee. Except the part where the “decaf” designation is missing. Right company, right roast, right grind, right label, right fair trade lid. I should have warned you that coffee comes in two varieties: delicious and poisonous. Thank you for trying. Wish I’d checked the label.

Yes, oh whippersnapping college-aged foilist, you are correct. I am technically middle aged. And this is technically a fleche. Enjoy the speed and steel of a middle-aged woman. Now excuse me while I drink my Ensure.

Yes, little one, you are correct. It is fun to tickle Mommy when I crouch down to help your brother. That big ol’ patch of skin below my reaching-arm-raised shirt and my fashionably-low-riding jeans is tempting. I forgive you for grabbing, jiggling, zerberting, and tickling that patch of lower back. In public. A lot.

Yes, you are correct. Payback will be harsh.

And at your wedding.

8 thoughts on “You are correct.

  1. Happy Birthday!

    The first time I was referred to as “middle aged” I was 27 years old…and the boy was being sincere.

    When I was 25, I thought 50 was ancient and I REALLY didn’t want to get that old. I swore that I would die before I got THAT old. As I got closer, I realized that one’s age is relative to how one feels and by the time I got there, I was feeling pretty damn good! So I hurriedly cancelled said earlier request to please let me die before I’m 50. Since I usually am pretty good at getting what I want…I made sure that the universe understood that I had changed my mind by shouting in the air…up at the walls…to the stars…I DON’T FEEL OLD…I WANT TO LIVE…REALLY!!! I guess it worked because I’m still here. :)

    The best birthday I ever had was my 50th. I wanted to do something I had never done before and I wanted it to be low key. So, I went flying in a bi-plane…had a blast, awesome pics…and hubby made me a yummy birthday cake. So when I turned I had my cake and got to eat it too! ;)

    • Flying in a biplane? You’re a gutsy old broad! ;-)

      I firmly believe 50 is going to be awesome. I’m looking forward to finding out. Congratulations on finding out what all not-quite-middle-aged people know…you’re not old until you’re your parents’ age. And technically, that never happens. ;-)

      • I’m not gutsy, just having fun. My aunt is the gutsy one. At 82 years of age she went parasailing over the ocean. What makes this especially daring is that she has Meniers disease (sp?) which is a disease that causes lack of balance when not on a solid surface. For example, she can’t walk in shallow water or she loses all sense of balance and gets an extreme case of vertigo. I just love the fact that she doesn’t allow her disabilities disable her desire to have fun.

        • Oh, Mrs. P, my stepfather has Meniere’s disease, too. It’s an inner ear disorder that affects a person’s sense of balance. I gather his case is relatively mild, as these things go, but, like your aunt, I am always amazed that he tackles life without complaining even though he is more or less constantly dizzy. People like that are inspirations.

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