Yes, folks, it's 50. The Big Five-Oh. Fifty-fifty-fifty-fifty. Half a century. Two quarters of a century put together. Eligible to join AARP! And as I mentioned a few days ago, so far so good.
Except. . . didn't my ex-husband just mention to me that it was his 50th birthday? And ... wait, I didn't think we were the same age .... We're just a couple months apart? No, that's not right ... Let me think . . . x + y, carry the one ...
Wha?????
Seems I celebrated the half-way point a little prematurely. I'm 49, not 50.
Color me embarrassed. But young!
Lol...I did that with my 25th a few years ago. Left my wallet at a bar where I was celebrating...the girl at the bar across the street walked it over, asked how old I was, and I couldn't remember.
ReplyDeleteLol...don't sweat it.
Happy birthday!
I always try to make my younger son one year younger than he is. I was there; you'd think I'd remember.
ReplyDeleteBelated Happy Birthday - Fifty can be nifty next year.
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