Monday, July 06, 2009

An Invitation

So today I received a formal white envelope in a nice cotton paper with a neatly handwritten address.

My first thought was wedding, but it's been a really, really, really long time since any of my friends have gotten married. I'm past that stage I think. I'm at the friends-who-are-having-2nd-or-sadly-3rd-marriages stage in my life. For most of those, there aren't a lot of formal wedding invitations that go out.

So my next thought was, "Maybe a baby shower?"

Nah.

I'm not at that stage either. No one I know is having a first or even 2nd baby at this point. They might be having their 3rd or 4th...but really, who has a baby shower at that point? Nobody I know. Most people I know who are at that point are too tired to even think of a baby shower.

So then I thought, maybe someone I know has a kid who's getting married.

No.

I'm not there either.

The age range of most of my friends kids is from grade school to junior high school. And I'm sure I would have heard about a junior high wedding way before I had gotten that invitation.

Not being able to take the suspense any longer, I finally opened the invitation.

It was a wedding invitation.

And...I didn't recognize one name on the card.

Hmmmmmmmmm...

And then it occurs to me. Oh, snap. I'm at that stage. You know the one.

It's the one where you have to color your hair because you're gray, but you're not quite ready for botox.

It's the one where you occasionally have an infrequent hot flash, but they're not quite full force and regular.

It's the one where your kids can't really be called ankle biters any more, and probably the eye roll has kicked in full force.

It's the one where a particularly festive evening results in 2 to 3 days to recover, instead of 1 or 2.

And it's the one where you start getting wedding invitations from people you work with because well...you are the boss.

And Da Husband? He's a boss. So I called him and guess what? I was right. We are there...at that stage.

**sigh**

I guess it's better than the stage my Grandma used to talk about.

You know the one. It's the one where every phone call is about another funeral.
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2 comments:

The Mother said...

Don't worry. You'll get there eventually. Hopefully. Because the alternative is worse.

That doesn't sound encouraging, does it?

Writer Lady said...

Did you run the marathon too? I just read Frugal and Simple and that's what she's doing.

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