Hitting twenty, I realized it was time to put away my toys.
Hitting thirty, I had to come to terms with the fact that I was now an adult with someone calling me “Mommy.”
Hitting forty, I found myself competing against those in their twenties for every available male in my category and didn’t like it one bit.
Hitting fifty, I began to care less.
Hitting sixty, I stopped caring altogether figuring if I made it this far who gives a shit.
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