Friday, Sans Plans

This morning as I chatted with a young man who works near me it came up in conversation that I'm 28. He was shocked, as many (thankfully) still are. I think my lack of wrinklage is due to healthy living and not having kids, those nasty late nights and ensuing omnipresent exhaustion can really tell on a girl's skin.

So there, 28 and single, you do have your privileges.

I feeeeeel 28 however. This young scally wag thought I was 19. Perhaps if I'd told him my plans for tonight, the illusion would have been lifted. You see when I was 19 I would have been devastated to find myself at home alone on a Friday night. Not so at 28. At 28 I am delighting in the decadently delicious evening ahead of me which consists of the following:

• Arriving home


• Taking an evening stroll & picking some spring flowers


• Collecting a DVD on my travels


• Quick gym trip


• Doing some craft as I watch said DVD

Amazing right? You're like totes Jel yeah?

I think at this stage in my life the biggest threat I have of getting wrinkles is from screwing my face up at the mere suggestion I leave the house and socialize. Gah. The following is a list of things that come in between my current planned activities (which sit at the top of the list of things I'd like to do) and going any place tonight that I can't wear trackies (which, needless to say, sits at the bottom of said list)

• Pash Charlie Sheen


• Eat the eyeballs of a ferret


• Appear on a Coles ad pointing one of those weird ass red hands at my neither regions singing "down, down, prices are down" *shudder*.


• Eat spaghetti off a bald man's head.


• Die

So there you have it, a comprehensive list of things I'd rather do than go out tonight. I am Friday, sans plans and if there are no crows feet advertising my age, then please allow my hermitage to do so in their stead.

 

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J xxxo