Becoming invisible

After talking to a lot of women in my age group I have come to the
conclusion that from age 55 to maybe 70 you are invisible to the
public. I think that you could walk into fort knox, walk out with the
money and get away with it. After all nobody noticed you.

If you don't believe it just try to get a shoe salesman attention, or
the guy at the super market that stocks the vegetables, he walked right
past me into the back of the store while I was asking him a
question.

Baby showers, bridal showers, same thing oh you get invited to all
these events even if they don't know you they need the gifts. they
don't want you in their conversations. If you do say something and try
to join in, they look at you with vacant eyes, smile sweetly, nod their
heads and keep talking.

I have see a lot of older women who never smile, are bitter and mean
and now I know why. they spent their whole lives in service to everyone
else. raising kids that never leave home.If they do leave they send
their children to live with you.

After these kids are grown and leave home then I will have time to do
things for myself. Isn't that what you said? I know I did. Well I'm
still in service, still at the stove trying to figure ouI what to cook
for these ingrates who don't show up to eat it until well after the
freshness date runs out anyway.

I'm raising one of my grandkids in senior year now, been here since
junior high. She has to wear her hair long and pulled over to one side
to hide the phone that's permently attached to the side of her
head.

Instead of retreats, and bingo with my pals. It's graduation dresses,
rings,'photos, proms, financial aid, and hope. hope that she won't one
day show up back here with a bundle for me so she can go away and find
herself.

Now here comes a nice gift for you menopause, crying at the drop of a
hat. Feeling like your going crazy, even those strange people who live
with you think you're crazy. weight gain, facial hair everything on
your body decides to give up and go south. Finally hormone replacments.
(take them ladies they saved my life and the lives of the
ingrates)

Well now I'm as big as the goodyear blimp. (give me another piece of
cheesecake nobody notices me anyway) It's now impossible to cross your
legs. If you drop something on the floor you have to wait until someone
comes home to pick it up for you. I have also found that grunting and
holding your breath will not make a zipper move. Elastic waistbands are
now the way to go.