I’m, um, old tomorrow. I actually don’t know how old I am at any given time – I’d have to actually sit down and do the math.
Please, no. Don’t do the math.
I’ve been going grey since I was in my 20s, but hopefully not bald (my dad still has most of his hair…) anytime soon. I’m definitely in this strange “I don’t feel old, people tell me I’m not old, but I kinda think I’m old” place. Cultural references are hit-and-miss with college students, so it’s a good thing I never really tried to be “cool”, right?
So, um, anyway.
I’ve decided what I’m doing for my birthday. I am going to sit down and watch the Lord of the Rings straight through. Because I can.
If you’re wondering what you can get me for my birthday, money’s always nice. 🙂
Or rate and review my work on Amazon or Goodreads.
Seriously, though. Money.
Happy Day after your birthday.
Old is a subjective thing. Some days I feel ancient, some days I feel young.
In subjective terms, When you said something about your kiddo, My first thought was he is not old enough to have a kiddo.
I always liked my Grandfather's way of dealing with it. He was always going on 100. He would always say he planned on it taking him a while to get there, but that was his plan.