As Ethan hopped out of the car on his way to kindergarten, I ethusiastically waved goodbye. Just then, something caught the corner of my eye.
"Did you see that, Ellerie?" I asked my almost three year old in the backseat.
"What Mommy?" she replied.
"Oh nothing, "I said.
I knew that I had seen something, but as my eyes scanned the front passenger seat of my van, I didn't detect anything out of the ordinary. Not one to worry, I shrugged it off, and I went on my way.
But, as I pulled away from the curb to drive back home, I spied one of my girlfriends pushing a stroller on the sidewalk. I rolled down the window, shouted a "Hey there!", and once again, waved enthusiastically.
And . . . I saw it again.
There it was! A flash of tan. When I waved. And with a sinking feeling, I instantly knew what it was.
It was me.
It was my arm.
Flapping . . .as I waved.
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After I recovered from the horror of discovering that I now have my grandma's arms, I booked myself a session at the gym with a trainer.
I'm not succumbing to my grandma arms without a fight.
(Cue Rocky music.)
Tricep dips, here I come!