It’s my birthday
What better way to plaster the news. Today marks another year gone, but I am not complaining.
I remember turning 30 (I still tell people I never). It was a little rough, but my dear friends made the best of it.
One described me as $29.99 plus tax, and so that was the age I turned.
There’s an old saying, “You are only as old as you feel.” Some days I most certainly feel my age but for the most part, no way!
Just last week I was asked for identification. That was exciting!
Birthdays certainly change when you get older. I can remember older people saying that when I was young.
At eight years old you can’t wait to wake up, to see if you have a gift, and see the spectacular cake your aunt may have decorated. You couldn’t wait to go to school and see your friends and to have a birthday party and invite everyone you know.
When you get older, you don’t care to get out of bed, you hope someone bought you socks and you pray a piece of cake won’t go straight to the hips.
Working on your birthday should be a crime and be honest, a party at my age kills me for three days.
My family will be who I share my day with.
When we think of birthdays, they seem far apart, but when you look back at all those you have celebrated, you wonder where all the time went.
Today, I don’t mind celebrating my $33.99 birthday, plus tax of course.