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,


Susan said...

Happy Birthday!!!

Julia said...

Happy birthday, Ruth! After I hit 40, I have had a really hard time remembering how old I am. Maybe I'm getting senile, or maybe it just doesn't matter anymore! Hope you have a fantastic day!

Kirsten said...

Happy Belated Birthday!!
You were one cute baby!

kmkat said...

Hi, yourself! The only birthday that has bothered me so far was 57. Weird. I think it's because it suddenly became clear that I am (gasp!) almost 60. And that is frickin' OLD!

You know what's scary? If I am really, really lucky, I can get to be... 70! Now that is SERIOUSLY old.

Wait, 80...

Never mind.