Today I'm linking up with More than Cheese and Beer for Sunday Confessions. Our word prompt is "denial".
I will go on and admit, I am in denial. In denial that I'm getting old. Here's a perfect example. AirBear asked me to hop with her.
AirBear: Let's hop like a bunny!
Me: Ok! I like being bunnies!
She hops on ahead of me and in my excitement, I forgot I'm nearly 40.
On the first hop, my head pounded. I fought on and ignored it like a trooper. On the second hop, my boobs nearly knocked me out. I could've been killed right then! So, I decided to just ignore the pounding brain and hold my boobs. Hopping we went!
On the third hop, I broke my liver. Yes, I said liver. Can a liver be broken, you ask? Nope. But I'm pretty sure mine broke.
I suffered through the agony of my broken, and surely, bleeding liver. I hopped on! AirBear was in front of me, laughing with joy!
"This is fun, mommy!", she said through her laughter.
"Oh yes..fun", I agreed through my tears.
After eight hops, I was ready for someone to call 911. My legs were creaking, my back ached, my liver was dying.
I'm not ready to get old. My heart still tells me I'm 18. But my body bitch slaps my heart and tells it to shut the hell up before it gets me killed.
Who knows what I would do next! I would probably be trying to do a cartwheel. Imagine the horror. I'd break my entire body then.
In three years, I will be turning 40 years old. I'm totally expecting to just fall apart right then and there.
Do they make WD-40 for old folks bones? Cause I need some. 
