Screw You, AARP
AARP has decided to send me information. Look, in a few years I will need your info, but until then keep your literature! I don’t want it. I don’t need it. I’m not old enough for it. Screw you, AARP!
I don’t care that I act 90 some days. It’s really nobody’s business but my own. Does AARP have spies or something? If I like cats, is it their concern? No. I can be the crazy cat lady if I want to! It’s none of their business how many cats I have or want! (For the record I only have two! They act like twelve, but I assure you there are only two of them. I couldn’t handle more of this wildness!) Is it really anybody’s business that I take more meds now than I did a couple of years ago? Pfizer and Merck love me! Maybe I’ll see if they want to be friends on Facebook or something. So what that I can’t eat spicy food like I used to? Again, Pfizer and Merck love this fact! We’re gonna be BFF!
So AARP, you can take a hike for a while. I don’t want or need you for a while. I’m sure you are good for something. But I do not need your help just yet. Look at the title of my blog. I am surviving middle age. I’m not over the hill just yet. I’m creeping up the hill as slowly as possible! Screw you, AARP! You’re not gonna make me feel worse today.