You know how it is, you’re already feeling old, decrepit, ready to just crawl back into the bed you’re trying to make with new sheets. So you’ve got one hand trapped between the wall and the headboard and the other hand is trying to get the corner of a fitted sheet down underneath so it will stay there when you try to put on the other three corners.
So you think maybe a little music would be fun and you turn on the music and of course there’s an ad right away and the ad says “Women – your skin doesn’t feel the same. Your body feels heavy, blah blah blah blah – I stop listening right there. All I wanted was some upbeat music so I could make this bed and be done with it but I get an ad telling me that I’m old, my skin is sagging, I’ve gained weight and I’m a woman. I should expect this, being a woman???, but there’s something I can do about it. I only have to pay a few thousand dollars and I’ll feel great.
I just told the guy to shut up and I turned on the music I was going to listen to which is this;
I was going to choose a Neil Diamond song who I’ve always loved but apparently my daughter hates him and I think she’s coming to see me today.
The things we suffer for our children.
The Bag Lady 
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