6th Annual 30th Birthday Celebration!

(...as opposed to the 20th anniversary of my 16th birthday, which is by far, less believable.)
That would be November 15th of course.

OMG. I actually had to do the math this year.

With two high-maintenance feral children, 2 dogs, a messy house, a husband, a dash of depression, & 20 pounds of extra "baby fat" (as in fat not phat)... I feel as old as dirt.

But even if I had to use my fingers to figure out how old I was, at least I remembered I was born, unlike all but one of my blood relatives and most of my friends.

And then the very next night, I actually ordered "catfood, shrimp, & oysters" at our favorite seafood dive, rather than catfish... I'm not sure what that says about me.

Oh well, it's all down hill from 30. I completely understand now why old people wear knee socks with shorts and sandals & such. --Because they've lived and they no longer give a shit.

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"Ah well, perhaps one has to be very old before one learns how to be amused rather than shocked."
--Pearl Buck