40 isn’t fatal.
50 isn’t fatal.
60 isn’t fatal.
70? Hmmm… This may be concerning.
This is an actual ad that came up on my Facebook page. Talk about targeted advertising! Did it ever occur to these geniuses that perhaps reminding a woman in her late 40s of her age might not be one of the best selling techniques out there.
Seriously!! Yeh, I am really inclined to take your survey so I can get a free pair of Uggs. And ugly powder blue or pink ones at that. Honestly, should a 49 year old woman be wearing pink Uggs? I think not.
I was inclined to thumbs down this ad but was afraid the data collection that would spawn more irritating advertising.
We surely live in interesting times.
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Ok, so here is another really cool thing about blogging.
People miss you when you don’t post. You become a regular part of someone’s day and you leave a void when you are gone. I kind of love that!
This morning I received an email from a blog friend making sure I was OK because she did not find a new post from me. How cool is that? AND, when doing a little IM session with my daughter, she asked about it too.
Who said the internet was impersonal?
For reasons I will not disclose here (alright because frankly I drank too much both Saturday and Sunday night celebrating with friends) I did not post yesterday. And also because it is my birthday and I did not want to obnoxiously solicit birthday wishes (yeh, well, decided I would anyway).
For those who are interested… 49. (haha, when I went to type that the first time it came out as 40, Freudian fingers). Really. 49. Not 50 lying about my age, really 49. And proud(ish).
Thanks for missing me, even those of you who did not mention it (or did not miss me and frankly welcomed the break from my insane ramblings).
Uh oh, tomorrow is Time to Cry Tuesday and it is a killer…