My friends, I have arrived.  And by “arrive” I don’t mean – “I’m here!” or “I’m back!”  I mean I have arrived at a much sought after social status. Well, it is about time.  I am, after all, in the new forty already and if one wants to “arrive” it technically needs to happen before one departs the planet.

There are certain symbols that demarcate your arrival to a certain social standing – perhaps it is your Lexus or Mercedes…perhaps it is the parties you are invited to…perhaps it is buying a house at the golf course – you get the point.  You are probably curious what symbol demarcates my arrival -what unmistakable sign has made it clear that I have arrived.

Well, my arrival was heralded by a big yellow tag on my doorknob that said, “You’ve Been Scooped!”  Imagine that…scooped.  Who would have ever thought I would arrive at this place – a social status where I was the beneficiary of scooping.  This is big.

What is that you say my friends?  You don’t understand?  You don’t know what it is to be the beneficiary of scooping – oh dear.  Let me break it down for you.  There is a company called the Doggie Doo Guru who scoops and cleans your yard for you.  It is like having a maid, but for the outside.

I know – I have arrived.  I no longer scoop my own yard – I have people for that.

Sure, a Mercedes would have been flashier than my yellow tag, but not even half as satisfying.  I am the beneficiary of scooping – I am living large folks.  I know – you want to be me – I would want to be me too if I wasn’t already me. 😉

Day six hundred and seventy-four of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C