Getting old

I haven't posted in a while which means that I have been really busy. Busy with laundry, housecleaning, car cleaning, yard work, grocery shopping, cooking, just being a regular ol'
Martha Stewart. However, I do get to enjoy a few small things in life and one of those is
going to see my husband play music. Now, I am not talking about sitting in a theatre with high heels and a nice dress on. He plays guitar! Rock guitar! So, smoky, dark bar with barely there
dresses on. Not me of course! My clothes scream Martha! The bathroom is so gross, that you
don't want to even touch the paper towels after you have washed your hands. Disgusting!
Makes me want to clean! I hardly ever go to see him play out and I quickly remembered why. He doesn't start playing until 10:30! P.M.!!!!! I am in bed way before that on a normal basis, so just staying up to that point is a battle. But, then, I have to stay awake longer. My body
just doesn't handle it anymore. I am in my early thirties, but, my head hurt, my ears rang, my clothes stunk of smoke and spilt beer. I couldn't function the next day. I felt awful! Truly icky!
I have decided that I should just stay home next time and clean out a closet or paint the kitchen. Something that doesn't leave me so incapacitated like going to hear the band :)