Friday, 16 November 2012
How old are you?
How old are you? I'm asking because tomorrow is my forty-fourth birthday! Yep, I'm forty-blooming-four. Before you yell at me I know it's not old (unless you're younger and you do think it's old) and I'm not ashamed of it in any way shape or form but I just don't want to be that age. So I've decided that I want to be thirty-six. Why? Because its a nice number and why not? I've just thought, if I tell someone I'm in my mid thirties they might look at me and think I look really old for my age! Oh no! Ok, change of plan, tomorrow I will be .... forty-nine! Now I look young for my age! Result! Why do I care?, I hear you ask. Well, to be honest I don't know. Maybe it's because- A. Life seems to be passing by so quickly. B. My son likes to shout out my age and laugh as loud as he possibly can much to my annoyance. C. Birthdays and Christmas' aren't as exciting anymore. 4. The memory starts to fade. On the plus side of things I'll have a lovely day, my son may even visit, and hubs and I are meeting friends in the evening for a meal in my favourite Greek restaurant. I do enjoy my birthdays, a lot of people make a lot of effort for me and it touches my heart. I suppose I just don't want to grow old. Tomorrow I'm going to be forty-four! (I shout it loud and I shout it proud) So, dear readers, how old are you?