The Matron recently received an email from the husband of one of her readers and friends, thanking the Matron, because after 22 unconcerned and carefree years, his wife is now checking the house for rabid bats. And making him, help, too.
Since she has the power to pass on Behavioral Quirks, here's another for you! She's generous like this, that Matron.
Not that she's done the following.
But it IS possible to torture yourself by pulling the baggy aging skin underneath your eyes, taut, so you look like you're thirty again. And to compare the saggy baggy look you're currently sporting to the surgically possible tucked and tight face.
It IS (theoretically not that she has, is) possible to do this for a good hour instead of grading student essays, contemplating the hard cold fact that on Wednesday, you became officially closer to 50 than to 40 for the first time.
Oh my GOD. Did she just write that!!! Fifty. 50. 5. 0.
Just four more years before she falls over that bridge, officially making reality more surreal than rabid bats!
NoBloPoMoPhoBia. Two more days to go. . . . .