I have to say - it looks like this whole blogging thing really helps with the anger and frustration of living overseas. It's still early but I can't think of anything to bitch about today...bummer.
Maybe I should spend some time deciding on how I should manifest my mid-life crisis.
I was thinking about maybe another tatoo...
Belly button piercing? I thought of something more dramatic but I'm too scared to pierce anything more sensitive - and I don't think my husband would be too pleased. But really it is my mid-life crisis and my body so if I really wanted to I would regardless of what he thinks. However, the thought of piercing a nipple or my labia makes me cringe, it really isn't my cup of tea.
Photo facial? Here in Dubai... I'm not sure I want to try that here - if I were in the States I would have already done this as it sounds like a risk free way to reduce wrinkles without surgery.
I can't think of anything else - how to mark 40? What to do? Maybe become obsessed with exercise...but that doesn't sound like fun. Someone suggested a baby.
REALLY?! Really. Please.
That does not sound like fun. And a mid-life crisis is a bad, bad reason to have a child. Almost as bad as someone having a baby to "bring us closer together".
I'm going to spend a bit of time and I'm going to think on it, pray on it, eat on it, sleep on it, and maybe have a whiskey or two while I contemplate on it...
I can hear the Macallen 50yr calling my name...Judith....Judith....come be with me Judith....