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,
Ruth!
3 comments:
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!
Happy Belated Birthday!!
You were one cute baby!
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.
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