Well, today is the last day that I can honestly say that I am 29 years old.
My aunt Joyce took me out to lunch today to celebrate at the Royal Bakery and Cafe. There I could properly drown my oh-man-I'm-getting-older sorrows with gluttony. Specifically with a to-die-for chocolate almond tart. Thanks Joyce!
Here's to the next 10 good years, until I turn 40 and I actually am old...
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K1, you better watch those words, who knows how old some of your readers may be!
Happy B-day.
I loved turning 30. Don't know why but I did. Happy day to you!
I feel your pain. I mean, not really, since I'll be in my twenties for a whole 'nother year. But I would totally feel your pain if I were as decrepit as you are. Just sayin'.
Oh a late Happy Birthday to you! Do you look different now? Wrinkles? Cellulite? Anything?
You know, I just stopped getting older at about 21 (that happens when you leave the country for a couple of years). I haven't had a birthday since then, just these nice days where people randomly give me presents at some point in the middle of November. Might I recommend the same for you?
Happy birthday, one day late. That's a good idea, to eat a chocolate tart the day before you move up a year. I should have thought of that for John. He whined like an old man when he turned 30 last month. But if I gave him chocolate I bet it would make things a little easier. Hope you had a nice day yesterday.
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