I hauled my bitter, junk-in-the-trunk self back to the gym this week, for the first time in at least five years. I figure if I keep busy and glare at enough sweaty, grunting men in tank tops, my broken heart will eventually mend.
Life begins at 40, baby (squeeze, breathe, relax, and feel the sarcasm).
"The vote means nothing to women. We should be armed."