All grown up

In exactly one month, I’ll be 35.

Debra asked if I felt freaky about my upcoming “milestone” birthday.

“Not really,” I said.  “More like: Really?” I feel as if I lost a year or two somewhere.

I remember once, years ago, Kellie somehow thought she was turning a year older than she really was. It was this great surprise when she was realized she was actually a year younger. Perhaps this happened to me? I’m really turning 34? Sadly, no. 2011 – 1976 = 35.  Every time.

Something tells me this is how every birthday from now on will probably feel.  36: Really? 37: Really? 50: Really??

86: WTF, how did this happen?


No, I don’t feel freaky about it. Just, “Yikes, that’s a grown up age.”

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