Not The Words

“It’s been a tough year,” I’m complaining to John.  “My nails are getting brittle, my hair is drier and drier, some days my knee aches after zumba and I pulled a muscle in my back dusting the coffee table in the living room.”

He looks at me for only a second before he says, “You don’t really think it’s going to get any easier, do you?”

Not the words I wanted to hear!

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