Well, here we go.

Friday, I applied for Social Security.

Holy fuck.

How did this happen?

I remember when I figured I should die at 40 because by then I would have lived all the life I could stand to live.

Ha.

And here I am in all my Fat OLD Lady glory.

Don’t get me wrong.

I’m still going to work – both of my jobs.

But I’m at full retirement age, and I want my MONEY.

You know, before Congress decides to piss it all away.

I’ve been sweating whether Social Security would exist when I (finally) got this old.

It has and I am.

Soooooooo fucking old.

A picture from my youth of me answering the door!