I woke up the other day and it was my birthday.
Like every other birthday, for as long as I can remember, I had the same thought – I don’t feel any older.
When I was much younger, this was a big disappointment.
Now … not so much.
This birthday was a momentous one.
Determined not to repeat the ridiculousness of my 30th birthday, I woke up ready to take on the day and start a new day with a new age.
Then I got a bit upset and decided that getting older would be easier if Texas Guy would stop reminding me that I’m older than he is.
I mean, he’s not much older.
We’re talking minutes here.
OK, maybe more like days.
Or … oh heck, let’s not split hairs, shall we?!
But, I would think that my ravishing beauty would leave him too twitterpated to tease me about my age.
Then my dad sent me a birthday text.
Because my cell signal didn’t put his call through and so my birthday didn’t start with his rousing rendition of the Happy Birthday song. … I was so disappointed.
Anyway, his text mentioned that he has a child that is 40!!!!!!
Gave me a whole new perspective.
He does that to me.
Whether I want a new perspective or not.
But, this new perspective was wonderful.
I may be 40. But I don’t have a child that is 40!!
I was going to tell you all about my day, but there are pictures I want to include also. So I’m concerned this post will end up far too long.
Besides, I was supposed to start dinner at least 30 minutes ago.
And there’s still floors and bathrooms to clean.
And, of course, laundry to fold.
So, next time.
I can’t wait to share it with you!
(But the natives have even more trouble waiting to be fed!)
Then later I’ll share about my cell signal and the term twitterpated.