I have a couple older friends that go on a cruise each year for the holidays so I held a dinner party for them last night so we could see them before they leave. They were reminiscing about how they used to do the Carnival Cruises where they held wet t-shirt contests and competitions for who had the most chest hair. The cruises they take these days make unexpected stops in ports to 'drop off the ones that didn't make it'.
I was reminiscing about my beauty marks. They've mysteriously turned into witch warts.
It's amazing how long you go through life with old age looming in front of you but you never even notice it.
Then suddenly you find yourself wondering if you will make it to see the last episode of "This Is Us".
I find myself amazed that one day it is Monday, and then in the blink of an eye, it's Sunday again.
For years I followed the latest runway trends and now I only care about which sweatpants are the most comfortable.
2019 is almost here, let's all try to make it to then!