A Boomer Tale.
–The Life of Suzanna–
“You know who” called again.
There must be something wrong with that man. I keep telling him that he’s just too old, but he will not give up.
“But we’re the same age…” he keeps saying.
Exactly! He doesn’t get it. 60 is the new 40!
I know, I know. It applies to men as well, but not to Gregory. That man has certainly let himself go. He has more hair in his ears than he has on the top of his head!
Speaking of hair, I need to see Philip and get my brows waxed. Gladys and I are going to see Springsteen this weekend, and I need to be on top of my game.
“Born in the U.S.A….”
I can’t stop singing that. I am SO excited!
Gladys is coming over later. We’re doing a juice cleanse before we go, and she’s bringing me some celery and carrots. If I do all fruit it is not pretty. Last time I did that… well… I prefer not say.
Let’s just say that I haven’t shopped at Gelson’s since then.
“Clean up on Aisle 5!”
Yeah. What a nightmare. I told you it wasn’t pretty. Gladys teases me about it whenever she gets a few martinis in her. That’s ok. It’s all in fun. Besides, I have some dirt on her too.
What are best friends for?
I thought I’d get back into the swing of writing a little. They say you should write about what you know, so I had an idea to write about a group of Boomer women.
It’s pretty much hyperbole, but what a fun tale that makes.
I hope you enjoy!
a sprinkle of faith 
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