So, if a midlife crisis occurs midlife, and I’m 41, wouldn’t that be anytime now? I mean, 82’s pretty old, right? So how will I know? Are there signs? Crap, am I in the middle of one?
I did just ask my hair stylist to give me Farrah Fawcett layers. (He didn’t, I don’t think.)
Then there was the girls’ trip to NYC in which I spent the entire time searching for feathers to wear in my hair (a la StevenTyler.) And, I shopped at Forever 21.
Forever 21! This isn’t looking good, not at all. I could be having one. Right now.
Ok, wait a minute; I’m still driving a minivan, right? Right. Well then, that is so not a midlife crisis. If it were a certified – real deal midlife crisis I’d be driving something a hell of a lot nicer than that.