I’m…ah… 53? no, wait a minute 52… no, let me calculate: I’m younger than brachyrhynchos…nononno, I was there when she was born so I’m older. 2000 minus 1948. Yup, I’m 52. Oh, it’s 2001 so I’m 53? no, my birthday isn’t until August 24th. Yup, I’m 52.
No, it’s not Altzheimer’s or old age. I just have a thing about remembering my age. I was never 26 but I was 27 twice for two years. I have an ongoing argument with Mr kiffa about our wedding anniversary date [we are usually both wrong according to my mom]… yeah, I’m rambling now.
I just had my “Rolling Rock” birthday last November…which makes me…ummm, celebrating the 4th anniversary of my 29th birthday! And that’s all I’m admitting to…EVER!
(Oh sure everyone else gets a party for their 30th birthday…me, I go into “a midlife crisis” and have a girl child 2 weeks before!!!Oh joy and rapture of my life…I love ya to death but PUT SOME CLOTHES ON GIRL! No one wants to see THAT for another 15 years!)(Gee aren’t ya glad I’m not your mom now???)
25, but my friends have all started turning the 2 candle birthdays. You know, when your friends stop putting the actual number of candles on your cake and instead revert to the actual “number” candles. When we started doing it for my parents, by the time they both turned 50, the 4 in 49 looked more like a comma!
21 right now…22 if you read this on Thursday. I’m not really all that excited though because I’m all out of milestones and all birthdays mean now are being 1 year closer to death…yay
In another few years, you won’t have to run off to Canada when President Cheney declares war on Pakistan or something, because you won’t be eligable for the draft. Plus which, you car insurance premiums will go down.