When I'm 64

JJ is giving Kiku a bath and I was just folding laundry and watching an old episode of Friends.  I don't normally watch the show but there's nothing on the Tivo and I wanted something to distract me while I folded.  The sub-plot was about Rachel not being allowed to drive Monica's Porsche, and it got me thinking about how much fun it would be to drive a sexy convertible sports car when my hair turns all grey and people start identifying me as a grandma.  I wouldn't want to own one right now, because it's completely impractical and I just wouldn't get that much enjoyment out of it.  But when I hit mid-life (which I figure will be about 60 since 40 is the new 20) I want to drive down Hwy 1 in a vintage Porsche with the top down, silver locks flowing in the wind.