Okay, I know that title got someone’s attention. More than Old Ladies, Old Ladies, Old Ladies might have at any rate.
This past weekend was a “girls’ weekend” with my cousins. None of us are spring chickens. We all called ourselves old ladies multiple times during conversations. Sometimes bemoaning certain facts of our age, sometimes just busting on each other, sometimes, well, sometimes because, to those who are younger, this is exactly what we are.
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