So I had a physical today. I have high cholesterol. As if that’s not bad enough, I have been dogging the hubby over his for the last 4 months thinking mine was still the level it was in ’98. Mine’s higher than his. Then the doc drops another bomb on me. I’m now in the age group where they recommend you get your first mammogram. WTF? I don’t want to be worrying about grown-up health issues.

I feel like Lindsey Lohan in Jamie Lee Curtis’ body looking in the mirror saying, “I’m like the crypt keeper!”

Dammit I still feel 16…somewhat…