Except for one of the 5,000 phone conversations I had with Weaselmomma, when she started laughing uncontrollably. (That’s actually not unusual for her: she laughs A LOT. Surprised? I didn’t think so.)
I said, “What’s so funny?”
She said, “Well, you know…the Urban Dictionary is full of street language and such, and here’s a middle-aged Jewish woman getting a word in there.”
I said, “I AM NOT middle-aged!!!!!” (Jewish? yes.) And then I thought for a minute. “OH MY GOD, I think I AM middle-aged*!!!”
All I want to know is, WHEN did this happen, and WHO is responsible???
I just looked up “middle-aged”, because I’m just that much of a dork. Wikipedia defines it as: “Middle age is the period of life beyond young adulthood but before the onset of old age.” I’m in better shape with Princeton, which defines it as “being roughly between 45 and 65 years old”. Shew, five more years. At least, mentally, I still feel like I’m not a day over 23.