Friday, April 13, 2007
Today is my birthday. I'm 37. 30 didn't bother me. 35 didn't bother me. For some reason, a few weeks ago when I thought of turning 37, it bothered me. Then I told Dave about it and he teased me mercilessly for a few days, then I was over it. He's a good husband.
I never understood people being sensitive about their age. After my brief interlude, I still don't. The only time I ever lied about my age was when I was a teen (saying I was older).
Anyway, happy birthday to me!
37 for now,