I have reached the great part of my life where I turn into an inferno! I swear you could cook a s'more on me! As if the wrinkles on my face wasn't enough to remind me that I am now on the down slop of life, me turning into a furnish makes me think that I'm slipping into HELL.
I never really know how to dress... It's summer time so it makes it easier, but still, running around naked for 5 minute intervals is severely frowned upon. Winter about killed me. I love to dress in layers and I have the stripping down to an art!
Meanwhile, I am on some hormone replacements to hopefully keep my attitude in check. And this can last how long???? 10 years!!!!???