I think my warranty is up. I have sore joints, back pain, migraines, anxiety attacks at the same time every day (12:30 pm and 10:30 pm), I have floaters in both eyes, and the other day when I looked down at the back of my hand, I swear it was my grandmother's. And then I realize that I am only 35, and if I'm lucky I'm not even halfway through my life yet. If I'm already starting to crap out now, I'll be a Halloween decoration by the time my grandkids meet me.
You know what's really sad? When you're wearing one of your best-fitting bras and your husband tries to cop a feel and says, "Ooh, no bra?" Apparently, everything's just gone to squish that badly. :(