I'm half way to forty tomorrow. Yuck, old. I don't want to get old, like, really old. I know how I react to old people. I shy away from them, avoid them. I don't want to talk to them, I don't want anything to do with them. The other day at the grocery store I helped an older lady pick up a salad dressing she dropped. I don't want to be old and helpless. And I don't want to be alone when my husband dies. Nor do I want to leave my husband alone when I die. I don't think I'll ever become old. I saw Sex and the City last night. It was all about love and friendship, fashion and, of course, sex. It showed me that, well, I don't know what it showed me. That was supposed to be something sentimental and meaningful. Oops. girlfriends.... find some. Maybe if they're worth it they'll still be there when you're fifty.