Middle age...

So apparently, the fact that I alternately want to hug everyone or hide in my closet next to my snow boots is perfectly normal. Lovely.

While tons of my middle aged friends get to ride the hot flash roller coaster, I get mildly warm and take off my sweater, and I'm good. But the mood swings. Woo Hoo!

And then there's memory loss. I can't remember the last time I finished a complete

And then there's memory loss.

And forgetfulness.

And mild forgetfulness.

And mood swings.

And slight memory loss.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!