The Four Horrors

I have found four unavoidable things now that I’m middle-aged:

·       Death

·       Tax Prep

·       Trips to the DMV

·       Colonoscopy Prep

Death:  It happens to us all, just a matter of when and how.  I can’t really worry about it.

Taxes: I dread them, I procrastinate, I agonize over it, then I finally do it.  Triumph! Accomplishment! I am invincible! (Until my accountant tells me what we owe.)

Trips to the DMV:  Three times in the past couple of months I’ve managed to make unnecessary trips to the DMV.  First time, I made my online appointment and then did everything except hit the Comfirm button; I had no appointment and had to go home.  Second time, I actually made the appointment, but when I was called to the window, I found out that I didn’t need to be there at all.  Third time, exact same thing as the second time.  Luckily, it’s a slightly scenic drive to get there.

Colonoscopy Prep:  Apparently, I have perfectly healthy bowls; my sister does not.  Thus, instead of being on the ten-year plan, I am on the five-year plan.  The prep is such a horror, I can’t even speak of it.  You know what I’m talking about.