The update cord thingy for my Palm Pilot is dead (again). Rather than replace it, I decided to buy a simple planner and just copy stuff out from Outlook as need be. Last week, I popped into a stationary store where I found a planner with daily pages, a pink cover and a cute cartoon cow. I like cows. Bought the planner, left the store...and then it hit me.
I am 38. Nearly 40. I just bought a planner meant for a 12 year old.
I am turning into one of Those Women. Eventually, I will buy a poodle, dress it in precious little sweaters and start talking to it using baby language. "Is my dawling pwecious hungwy?"
Right. Let's try to head this off. I am keeping the cow. But if you see me with any Hello Kitty products, please, just shoot me. Just put all of us out of our misery.