I once was a little girl.
I did weird stuff like begging to shave my legs and praying that one day Madonna would be my best friend and mixing up all the sodas together into one nasty drink.
Now I'm an old lady who tells her children not to do weird stuff like making obnoxious noises with their armpits (one of the unanticipated side effects of sending my kid to camp), wiping their boogers on the walls and having burping contests. Lord help me, Is that so much to ask?
This weekend I will celebrate 12 years of being married to my old man. Where did the time go?
He's not really that old. He's more along the lines of that whole Clooney/Pitt, salt and pepper scruffle-faced old.
I really want to know how come men get to get all debonaire and wisened as they age and women just get to sag? That's near the top of my "Questions to ask God When I See Him Next" list.
By the way, did you know that God is on Twitter? I'm a follower. How could I not be?
Yes, I used to be a girl. I bought shoes because they looked like they might make me run fast, or because they had a little blue Ked's tag on the back and Rebecca Dwire's shoes had a little blue tag on the back and she wouldn't like me if mine didn't have a little blue tag on the back and then no one else would like me because Rebecca's word was the law and that was that.
Now I'm an old woman and I'm looking to buy some shoes that will make the pain in my heel go away. I don't care what color the tag is.
Now I'm an old woman who is taking fish oil and coral calcium and neither of those things is bubblegum flavored or chewable. I want to know why not.
I'm adding that to the aforementioned list.
Today's sketches were brought to you courtesy of my sketchbook. I didn't get around to Illustration Friday this week because I'm steadily working to bring you a new Book of Days. It should be out early next week.
You should really buy it because it's got a lot of great family fun in it and some cute drawings and because it's really a killer deal at only $6 and besides… if you buy it, then I can buy expensive, tagless, styleless orthopedic footwear and non-chewable horsepills.
I'm beginning to think that old age is making me cranky.
In the case that you're feeling a little cranky too, here's some fun stuff that might put a smile on your crotchety old face… at least they put a smile on MY crotchety old face:
War Horse – Way cool, life sized horse puppets in the London West End Theater
Cheeming Boey – who draws on cups and probably doesn't have any blue tags on his shoes because he's too cool to care what Rebecca Dwire thinks of him.
Awkward Family Photos – makes me feel SO much better about some of the parachute pants/ waterfall hair photos in my past.
Crazy Dancing Wedding Party - I'm pretty sure that our entire families would have shriveled up and died if we did such a thing, but aren't they cute as they can be? If I knew them, I would tell them that 12 years will go by faster than they ever thought it could, and that he will be greying and she will sag in the strangest places, but that if they keep on dancing and laughing and taking their fish oil, they will be surprised at just how crazy wonderful life turns out to be.
Happy weekend, y'all!