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May. 29th, 2005 09:51 amWell, look at that. I'm 35.
35!?!?!?!?!
How the hell did that happen? I told my mom she lied on my birth certificate.
I mean, when you're that old, you're supposed to have a mortgage, kids in school, retirement figured out... You're not supposed to be going out for min-golf and laser tag in a few hours with no responsibilities (well, aside from bills, school, work, and Pm but hey, it's my birthday - TODAY I have no responsibilities) to speak of.
My aunt, who is one of the best people EVAR, sent me two cards. One was a Happy 30th birthday. The other was a Happy Birthday, Five-year-old. I like that explanation of my age the best. I'm a thirty-year-old woman and a five-year-old child.
Now, I go to read my Ya Yas in Bloom book (LOVE the Ya Ya Sisterhood - am part of one, after all). Then on to responsibility free fun.
I'm not going to be a stodgy old person ever. Nooooo way.
35!?!?!?!?!
How the hell did that happen? I told my mom she lied on my birth certificate.
I mean, when you're that old, you're supposed to have a mortgage, kids in school, retirement figured out... You're not supposed to be going out for min-golf and laser tag in a few hours with no responsibilities (well, aside from bills, school, work, and Pm but hey, it's my birthday - TODAY I have no responsibilities) to speak of.
My aunt, who is one of the best people EVAR, sent me two cards. One was a Happy 30th birthday. The other was a Happy Birthday, Five-year-old. I like that explanation of my age the best. I'm a thirty-year-old woman and a five-year-old child.
Now, I go to read my Ya Yas in Bloom book (LOVE the Ya Ya Sisterhood - am part of one, after all). Then on to responsibility free fun.
I'm not going to be a stodgy old person ever. Nooooo way.