Today, I propositioned my husband in a way that I didn’t think was possible.
And, as soon as it came out of my mouth the emergency sirens went off in my head. There was no other way to look at it. I was getting old.
Growing up, we have all gone through similar cycles of interest and disinterest. As a kid, the thing that excited me the most was the opportunity to go to Dairy Queen. On a lazy summer night, the youngsters in the neighborhood would hop out of the pool and run for a hot shower. Each would race back dreaming of a Banana Split or Mister Misty Slush. The big question was who was brave enough to ask their parents to drive us for ice cream? Interpretations, who had gotten into trouble today and who hadn’t?
Approaching my teenage years, the theme changed. A true female, I loved clothes and I loved to shop. My days off and Saturdays were planned out carefully with three things in mind: sleep, buying a new pair of Gloria Vanderbilt jeans, and going to lunch. Once puberty set in, so did an interest in boys. “Want to go shopping?” became “want to go roller skating?” We would organize rides, what we would wear, and who was interested in which boy. Whirling around the rink with my long hair whipping behind, I would hold onto someone’s hand like we were skating off into the sunset.
High school turned into college and soon an interest in boys became conjoined with an interest in parties. I began working hard and playing harder, which led to a great love for happy hour once my professional life began. With kids however, happy hours took on new meaning. They became the hours after my kids went to bed. The only two words that could elicit a spark were emotions were “I Baby-sit.” As long as they had a pulse, we had a deal.
So, now that my kids are getting older, my life is moving into yet another direction. The person who feigns the idea of aging, I have always promised myself that I would: Never get old Never turn into my mother (sorry Mom) I’m not sure if it is due to age or to impulsive tendencies, however at the age of 47, the thing that really excites me clearly violates both, a clean car. Since discovering a car wash that offers unlimited washings for $30 a month in Livermore, CA, I have become a bit obsessed! They don’t just wash your car. They detail it. I was so excited I called everyone I knew, and even bought my husband a VIP card for Valentine’s Day. Then it happened.
“Honey what would you like to do tonight?” my husband asked.
“I know,” I said with my eyes lighting up. I’m sure he was thinking all kinds of suggestive thoughts, which were more than appropriate considering our window of free time. I raised my eyebrows a couple of times.
“Now that we have unlimited VIP cards and a little time on our hands, what do you say we go into town and get our cars washed?”
Did I really just say that? The only thing that would have scared me more is if I suggested hitting one of the early bird specials.
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