33 held many new things for me.
i expected things to sag.
i expected wrinkles to deepen.
i expected gray upon gray upon gray hair.
i expected to hear myself say, 'when i was your age...'
but this little twist was completely unexpected.
that twist was the fresh new scent of a stick of deodorant.
it is not like i never had used it before, but i never needed to use it before. 33 held all kinds of fluctuations in funky grown up hormones that left me, ahem...well lets just say that more than once margo jammed her cold wet nose in my pit to let me know i was ripe. now thanks to a little dove under the arm ,all is fresh again.
i wonder what 34 holds?