Either that, or re-living my youth. I have seen many a 50 year old man try in vain to convince himself that a brightly colored convertible and a bad hairpiece is fooling anyone as to his demographic. As women and mothers, we owe it to our children to set an example of a more spiritual kind of emotional breakdown, something more akin to a re-birth than a regression to horny teen years that were never fully taken advantage of. Here are three things I am doing that clearly indicate that I am either re-discovering something joyful that was lost long ago, or that I am about to be admitted into a mental health facility. (My money is on the former…)
1. Playing with dolls.
Exhibit A: Partially Furnished Barbie Townhouse.
I’m working on the other furniture like an old, Italian craftsman.
2. Inability to resist a live microphone.
Exhibit B – Attending a 60th birthday party over the weekend, and once the birthday man got up to jam with his band, feeling compelled to get up and sing with them. I knew about three people in the room, and I had just met two of them.
In case you’re wondering I was singing The Beatles’ Happiness Is a Warm Gun (which may reflect how I feel about the possibility that I will one day turn 60.)3. Getting zits. In my late 30’s. When I go at this teen revival thing, I really go method…