what the hell is a meadow frolic anyway?

I am not having a midlife crisis. But I must confess that I am currently not frolicking in any meadows. Mostly because there is 2 feet of ugly, slushy, dirty snow on the ground with another 6″ in the way. This winter sucks ass.

Anyway, I am taking suggestions for a new title. Something that suggests midlife doesn’t have to be a crisis. You are not allowed to use the words “introspection”, “rumination”, “musing”, or “reflections (puke)”. It can be cynical, but it must be witty.

If I choose your suggestion, I will write an ode to you and your superior brain.

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