Monday, June 21, 2010

OLD

I'm in my LATE. TWENTIES.

This hit me like a ton of bricks when I woke up this morning. Not "oh yay, it's my birthday!" or "oh yum, I get a free lunch today!" but "OH @#$%... I'M IN. MY. LATE. TWENTIES."

I feel like Kevin McCallister when he was told to pack his suitcase. What does this mean? Shouldn't I own property by now?

I vividly remember turning 17, my last summer of cheerleading camp. And now, ten whole years have gone by and what do I have to show for it? More pounds and fewer hair ribbons.

My birthday is the longest day of the year. Coincidence? I think not. 11 hours to go - this old maid is milking it hard.

4 comments:

  1. You are NOT old..says your 50 plus MOM

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  2. LOL. Happy belated birthday. Hope you had a great day.

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  3. Lindsay!! Sorry I wasn't on the blogosphere yesterday to wish you a happy-and-on-time-birthday. But happy belated!!!

    I am obsessed with that watch and am now 100% jealous.

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