Thank God I'm not THAT old......yet

Yesterday I finally got myself to the quilting class I've been meaning to go to. I immediately felt right at home and knew I was in the right place when two minutes into the conversation, one of the women starts talking about ripping her clothes off. O.K., for those of you that need a shovel to scrape your mind out of the gutter.....she was referring to her hot flashes. And if you are still in the gutter.....the ones due to menopause. The conversation eventually made it's way to hysterectomies, of which I was the only one of the group that has not had one. I think if I go to the evening class, there may be some people closer to my age group. Not that it really matters to me, I loved hangin' with the oldies. We, of course, have the quilting in common. And the lady sitting next to me still has young kids. She said, "I have been parenting way too long. My oldest is 28 years old, and my youngest is 8. At least she will not have to worry about getting prego again.....she IS in the hysterectomy club after all.

I'm still working on my 100 things list. So be prepared, but don't be scared.