On Monday I was at my in-laws for a Labor Day BBQ. I heard this incessant pounding and said, "What's that sound?" My 15-year-old niece said, "It's music."
So it's happened. I'm old. I'm beginning to say things that I've mocked "old" people for saying. I knew what the numbers were saying, but since in my mind I hadn't aged past 25, I hadn't noticed that I'm now equal to the numbers of candles on my cake.
So, it's Happy Birthday to me today. I now know I'm officially old.
1 comment:
I feel your pain. I don't feel as old as I really am, but I'm starting to. Anyway, that birthday cake looks amazing! Happy B-day!
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