Sittin' in my car the other day I started feel old.
I was goin' to town for groceries....And I was feelin' low!
I looked in the rearview...I'm showin' my age.
I'm a grandmother....number 4 hit the ground.
My car is showin' it's age....cats have left tracks all over it....and I need air in the tires.
My music is old...Journey...Van Halen...Black Oak Arkansas!
After I got home, I took my pity party to the couch.
I laid there most of the day.....To Roy it looked like I hadn't moved all day long....I was right where he left me.
The honeymoon was over.....The trip to Hawaii was done.
I don't have any trip to plan....maybe in the Fall....but ugh....why?
Maybe it's just hormonal depression.
I had called a friend. "What are we doin' for your birthday?"
"Oh, I don't know. I'll ask my hubby."
He's an idiot....seriously a freakin' idiot!!
I do that. Call my friends and ask them...they don't call me.
I was feelin' pretty low.
I told her she needed to knock back some tequila and celebrate another 30th birthday.
She said her hubby hasn't forgive me for "forcin' her to drink" last year.
It was one shot!! He should be thankin' me!!
I'm sure that was the best sex he ever had from her!!!
So now I'm really low.
I was thinkin' maybe it's time I grew up....be more mature...Be more motherly.....grandmotherly. Cut my hair...wear granny dresses everywhere I go...sensible shoes.
I don't see my grandkids very often. They live to far away and family problems to intense to deal with....we are takin' baby steps in the that area. So I would be wearin' sensible shoes and granny dresses for nothing.
The freakin' idiot really bugs me!
Apparently, I project some sorta PartyGirl Persona......which isn't a bad thing. I'm the FunWife.
But yet....Roy noticed one day that the IdiotHusband was talkin' more to me....I really hate that! I have turned down the utter contempt for him several notches. I really like his wife. And they seem to be a package deal....so I stopped being totally hateful....it's backfired!! I can't have fun with her but he can now speak to me???
Wait 'til he sees me in my granny dress and sensible shoes!!
Maybe I need to mature....listen to grown up music..... Country.....new age....that just gives me chills thinkin' about it.
Drive a grown up car....a Buick....Roy's ex-life had a buick in it....baby blue buick....it was big enough to have sex in though.
So when Roy noticed me on the couch, he said, "Have you been layin' there all day?"
"No. But I might as well set up camp here."
He rolled his eyes, "What's wrong now?"
Like I do this all the freakin' time...."I'm depressed." And told him about the phone call, the trip, and the car.
The best he could come up with was, "That's why your here, with me. Because you're you. Let's just hope it's hormonal induced depression!"
So all I can say is....
I get off on '57 Chevys;
I get off on screaming guitar.
Like the way it hits me every time it hits me.
I've got a rock and roll, I've got a rock and roll heart.
We celebrated her 2nd Annual 30th Birthday with several pina coladas.....Cuz That's How I Roll! WE went shoppin' for her some sexy jeans...not the mommy ones....He'll thank me one day!!
I'm on the Highway to Hell....Livin' on a Prayer....that I Can't Drive 55 on....And If I Ever Get Out of Here I'm Goin' to Katmandu.
A gathering of angels appeared above my head
They sang to me this song of hope, and this is what they said
They said come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
Long Live Rock and Roll!!
I'm just not quite ready for Granny dresses and sensible shoes!