Friday, January 8, 2010

Over the Hill at 49

Today, I celebrated the last year of "youth" of one of my staff members. Her 49th birthday is tomorrow and she thinks it's her last year of youth. So I told her, yes, it's the last one. When you turn 50, I suggested, your bones quickly turn into powder and you begin drifting off to sleep at 6:30 pm. I think she actually thinks there's a switch inside us that is triggered at 50; it causes us to have dinner at 4:30 at Luby's Cafeteria and we climb into rocking chairs and ease into our much-needed 12 hours of sleep.

We'll see what she's like in a year.

1 comment:

Me, You, or Ellie said...

Tell her 50 is the new 30.