I’m spending my evening counting down the minutes until I turn 37. Five minutes to go and it’s “Happy Birthday to Me.”
Boy, do I feel old. I don’t know if it’s on account of the extra pounds, few grey hairs or the fact that I have a son twelve and a daughter who soon will be sixteen. When I think back, my mother was thirty-seven when she gave birth to me.Therefore, I’m really not that old. Besides, age is just a number, right?
I’m not over the Hill. The hill is just getting harder to climb.
Wish me happy birthday, dammit!
I look like a baby sumo wrestler!If you liked this post, why not buy me a coffee?