I had one of those moments this morning. It's my beloved spouse's birthday so I got up early to make him a special breakfast. Now, I know how old he is today. And I know there's a four year difference between his age and mine. But this morning the numbers didn't work. Somehow we were five years apart. It seems when I had my birthday earlier this month, I'd managed not to click the magic clicker in my head. The birthday had come and gone but my age had stayed the same. What a shock this morning to realize I was a year older.
Do you ever forget how old you are? For just a second? You start to say, "Oh, she's about my age," and realize you haven't been that age for a long time. You see an unexpected reflection of yourself and wonder who that old woman is. Is the age you are on the inside getting further and futher from the stupid number on your driver's license?
I don't care. I've had a coffee mug for years (given to me by my co-workers) that reads: "I may be getting older but I refuse to grow up." Works for me. How about you?
Off to my planting.
Happy Birthday, honey.
I'm Currently Enjoying: Suspense and Sensibility by Carrie Bebris
Groaner of the Day: This woman ordered an exotic snake through a mail order operation. When the package arrived, there were only feathery necklaces in the box.
Apparently, the boa cons tricked her.