For years Gene and I would always claim 29. No matter how old you get, when asked, say 29. I always thought WHATEVER, it’s so far away that it’ll never matter anyway!
Except now it’s 2 days away.
Around my birthday every year I wonder when I have to grow up. 18? 21? 25? Now 30? Are you officially grown up when you start wearing mom jeans and festive holiday sweaters? Because I think I’m going to be one of those crazy grandmas that has on jeans and a snakry tshirt and Chucks. What about when you drive a Cadillac 60 MPH down the slow lane of the freeway? I think we can all agree I’ll never drive slower than the speed limit. Ever.
So I dunno. For some reason this year I don’t feel older. Last month I started to wonder if I’d be here mentally right now. And by “here” I mean, not in a mental ward somewhere banging my head against a wall chanting “29, 29, 29, 29”. Then about a week ago I realized that I get to be 29 for a year.
I’ll worry about it next year.
My mom has been 29 for the past 20 years LOL.
Happy Birthday Anna, and dont worry 29 isnt that bad, it is good, so good, i think next year I am going to skip 30 and be 29 again!
Bakersfield last weekend wasnt too bad, but thats only cause my cousins and I spent alot of time on Lake Buena Vista on the boat, yah i need to invest in one of those.