the glory of grownup-ness.

Sometimes I fear getting old. I worry about not being able to run without fearing my knee will pop out, not having regular bowel movements, not tasting my food anymore without dumping a mountain of salt on it... But then I watch the show Weeds and I feel okay. They make getting old look fun. Especially if you're dealing drugs! I'm torn between which one is my favorite character. I love the sleazy sassiness of Uncle Andy. I adore Celia and her ball-busting ways and her terrible relationship with her daughter. But Doug also floats my boat as the lazy yet conniving City Councilman. It looks like so much fun to live in a manufactured home in the California suburbs and drink wine spritzers and sleep with the pool boy and take prescription pills like candy. So there's hope out there.