Tomorrow is my 38th birthday. I'm not at all excited about it. Well, I'm excited about the going out to dinner with friends part of it, but not the big 8 next to the 3 that I've long grown used to.
This year I feel old. I feel tired most of the time. I no longer feel cool. I no longer feel youngish. I feel and look like what I'd imagine a PTA mom to feel and look like. And that stereotype, at least in my mind, is not good.
At any rate, I will not be alone in celebrating my birthday on Saturday. Turns out, I share this date with one current co-worker and one past co-worker. I also share it with Dick Cheney. Evil. But on the flip side I also share it with Franklin Delano Roosevelt. Good. Though I doubt he's going to be celebrating, considering he's dead and all.
Pasta ala Fridge
12 years ago
5 comments:
"Considering he's dead and all". Well, at least you still have your sense of humor. LOL.
Happy birthday, lady! I hope it is super wonderful!
36 was my most difficult. But I turned 40 a week ago and it's awesome. Everyone seems to get hung up one one birthday or another. Just ride it out, enjoy the cake & look forward to the senior discounts!
Really? I may just have to pinch you. But I won't do it on your birthday.
K
Well you don't "sound" 38 to me, if that's any consolation. Of course, I just read your blog.
Have a very happy birthday!
Thanks all. I'm glad you still think I'm funny and I don't sound like a crotchety old woman. Yet.
And Kathleen, you go ahead and pinch me. You may be my older sister, but you are also the hot belly dancer while I am the one who stays home watching old episodes of Burn Notice on a Friday night. Need I say more?
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