Not older but better Yeah, right!

On July 19, I'll be forty-six years old. By no means do I think I'm heading into being decrepit. But, I have to admit there have been changes. Hubby keeps telling me, "You're not getting older, you're getting better." God bless him, but I see the changes. Here are a few.

Everything is pointing south. Remember when everything on your body was perky? So do I. But perky doesn't live here anymore. Boobs, butt, and stomach have retired to the south. Okay, this can be fixed. But I don't want more si...