When I get old and lose my hair....

     Everyone thinks of growing old. Plans out their life, what they'll do, who they'll become. I do this. Very often. I look forward to the future and often day dream. blah blah blah. Here is my story:

1996-Escape from womb
2009-Become a teen
2011-Write this post.
2011-2046-Live life, get married, have kids. (this timeline entry is very vague seeming how I am not a fortune teller and cannot fully predict my own future)
2046-Turn the big 5-0.

And this is my day dream part of the story I will tell you about. I will be one of those stankin' awesome grandma's that is cool enough to still run around the yard with my grand children. I will have this house: (or something that looks like it)




sigh......

On my porch I will have a porch swing and serve this beverage:



Who DOESN'T love lemonade?

Also I will serve cupcakes and muffins and cookies and candy and chocolate. Feel free so come to my house in 35 years and partake of this haven of treats.
As well as this stuff, I will still have a rockin' body and not have wrinkles (this statement is very bold and proves my point as how this is my DREAM)
I would also like to own a dresss like this:

I will pair this with a gold charm bracelet and red flats.

Now take a moment and picture this. (1.....2.....3.....)(that was your moment) 'Tis quite beautiful. Is it not? And this is my dream for when I'm fifty and have lived half my life. But for now...

That's My Life.