Mid-week in my midlife crisis.......

and it's in the mid-90's......
Which translates into me being a tired, hot, cougar.....

Alright, alright.....2 of out 3 ain't bad.
I'm tired and hot..
A cougar I'm not


Listen, I don't get this cougar thing.
According to an online source.....a cougar is a middle-aged woman who preys upon men young enough to be her son......
The visual alone is not very pleasing.
My son?
He throws his socks on the floor.
And he likes to play video games for hours on end.
He drinks beer.
He considers boxed wine top shelf.
Plus, he needs fed every few hours when he's in my presence.
Why would I prey on a man like that?
Even if he is cute, smart and oh so funny.

This cougar thing is just not for me.
It's way too much work.
With not much in return.
At this stage of my life....I would prefer to put in little to no effort and get lots in return.
Because I am worth it.

The way I see it....
Men are like wine. They start out as grapes and it's up to women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.

My stomping days are over.
I just want a good wine with my dinner.
Preferably one that's been aged to perfection.....
And, if it comes with added benefits....yippee.
If not, just give me another glass of wine and the option to meet my girlfriends after dinner.
This is my midlife.
It works for me.

So, no need to lock up your sons.
Unless of course, they are looking to be hired out as laundry and lawn boys.....

I'm way too busy, way too tired and just too damn hot.
It's either delirium.
Or menopause.
Take your pick.


On with Wednesday.....