Hi! My name’s Niki, and I’m 46 years old. Is 46 old? It’s all in perspective. And, sorry, mine’s a bit warped. Ask my kids, though, and they’ll tell you I’m ancient.
I guess, technically, I’m middle-aged (but what if I don’t live until I’m 92??). I could come up with a blog called “Midlife Isis,” but I’m not a goddess, so…
And the “fuzzy” part? How about blurred vision, an addled brain, and chin hairs that pop up faster than a game of Whac-a-Mole. Oh yeah, I’m all about fuzzy.
If you’re really, really, really, really, really bored or just slightly psychotic, dump some Kahlua in your coffee and Google “old and fuzzy.” Here are some catch phrases I’ve found: “…the wig looked used, old and fuzzy…,” “old and fuzzy f words…,” “Fighting Fuzz Balls: How to Breathe Life into old (and fuzzy),” “My antennaes are old and fuzzy…,” (huh?), “…were they old and fuzzy or pre-raisin?” (ewww). And, my favorite – “Google’s view of D.C….old and fuzzy.”
I love my blog name.
Loved your post! (probably because I am old and fuzzy too…)
Hmmm, you don’t look it, but I’ll take your word for it. We “OaF”s need to stick together 😉