Down we go........

It has happened.  I am old.

When did the life of the party go to another party and "forget" to invite me?

What ever happened to the bright shiny person with the bubbly rocking personality?  Lordy, she is now tarnished and dull and the bubbles are now just drool on my chin....

Damn - when did life become so adult and real.

So, I turned 40 earlier this year, it was celebrated and acknowledged - almost like a pagan blessing of time passing, however something disastrous has happened between June and December.  

Yep..the first grey "down under" hair.  

I can hear the loud cacophonous cries of "TOO MUCH INFORMATION LEAH" however alas, no, it is not, I fear this blog must be written as a warning which I feel morally obliged and propelled to share and you, my minions must learn from it.

Oh glorious was the day when the hair 'down there' made its way to the surface, bursting through with youthful exuberance and with the golden shine of newness.  Soft, downy and it was obviously lonely so it bought some friends home and what started as one quickly became two and then unfortunately there was strong resemblance to my Nana's parsley bush!

With it came the sense of pride, shame and excitement.  I was one of the first of my friends to gain "bush" status.  It was a big deal.  Boobs were SOOOO yesterday, and like it was in 1989 Bush was IN!

Are you still with me???  Hang in there....

Now over the years there have been many styles of form and function and after having two children I lost all sense of dignity "down there" anyway and quite often would offer to show it to people if they were wearing a white coat and a medical background.  This has proved disadvantageous now my local chemist man refuses to serve me.  Oh well..plenty more where he came from.

So the thought that "down there" is now looking more like a forest of ghost gums than lush parsley bush makes me feel like I am nearly grave bound.

Now, this is not all.  Oh No!!  The body beautiful has up and revolted.  There is drooping, sliding and and embarrassing noise making which can occasionally be blamed on the dog and even then he looks at me suspiciously and he is deaf.

Oh where did youth go?  So, I have taken it upon myself to warn you.  Yes, you..you young things out there.  It doesn't stay.  So make the damn most of it while ya got it.  

So I am heading into my middle age with grey hair, sagging tits and a shitty attitude..

Wanna make something of it....