...was over a week ago, and I'm still getting used to the idea. On Sunday the 25th, (yes, the day after my daughters' birthday), I turned the big 3-0. Ugh.
A couple of weeks before my birthday, I recieved a text message from sister that went like this:
"If you are two years older than me, and I am going to be 28 this year, does that mean you are really going to be 30?"
My reply: "No, it absolutely does not."
Sister: "Really? Maybe my math is wrong. Because I thought 28 + 2 was 30."
Me: "Well, something is wrong, because I'm not going to be 30."
Sister: "Way to embrace your age."
It's not so much that I'm afraid of getting older, or anything like that. The thing is, I don't feel 30! And don't they (whoever "they" is) say that you're only as old as you feel? Well, I still feel 18, but I don't know if anyone will buy that, so I'm going to settle at 25 and just stay 25 forever. Sound like a plan?
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