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That Ol' Gray Mare

Well, another birthday hit last week - all I will say is that when asked how old I am I now answer: "I haven't decided yet." Lest anyone think that's an attempt to hide the fact I've headed over into the land of 40s, it is not. But I am truly trying to prepare myself for when that odometer ticks over. And yes, I don't have many more years to go.

"Jeez," many of you will say. "What a lam-o MM is. Who CARES how old you are??"

Uh, that would be narcissistic me.

There are times when age is important. Getting a driver's license. Being able to marry someone without your parents permission. Buying a margarita (which I seriously need right now.) But I wish we just stopped counting. Because I can see over the hill (yes, pun intended) and I don't think it's going to be that pretty. I can smell ageism just ahead. And please, yes, it exists.

So, I am going to stop counting. And given my penchant for forgetting people's names, I am hoping this pre-demetia continues and I truly forget how old I actually am.

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Juggling Mother said…
It's my birthday on Monday. i do have to think hard to remember whih one it is now;-) But when people ask I merely say "one year older than I am now"

Duh!
2:52 am
Kate B. said…
Happy belated birthday MM. And for you on Monday, Juggling.

Exactly at what age did birthdays stop being an exciting opportunity and started being a downer? I think it was 27 but I can't quite remember...
3:26 am
Anonymous said…
Oh! I'm so glad I'm not the only one!I put myself on an "alternate aging system" years ago!
5:42 am
Anonymous said…
I try to be cavalier about the getting older thing, but secretly? I kinda care, too. Wish I didn't.
10:58 pm
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