photo source via Whipper Berry
Holy Mother of God,
Fifty five sounds old.
I don't feel old.
And I know it is just a number…
A number closer to seventy,
than to forty…
I remember forty wasn't it last week?
Dang.
Fifty five.
Annie called this morning to wish me a Happy Birthday. I told her, "I am 55 today." She said, "Oh you're young!" Of course she thinks anyone under eighty five in young.
My mother in law called to wish me a Happy Birthday, I told her, "I am 55, and it sounds old…" She said, "Its just the beginning. But you are still young." My mother in law never ages, never. So it easy for her to say, "You are still young." Especially, when she can beat me at any race.
I want Maggie Austin to come make me a birthday cake, fifty five tiers high.
When you are fifty five years old, you can have your cake and eat it too, only if you can blow out the candles all at once.
I told the two little neighbor boys, who come over a few times a week to play cards in English with me, "Its my birthday today, I am 55!" They looked at each other and then looked at me… I knew what they were thinking, I was eight years old a few years ago, back then I thought everyone over twenty was old.
"We can count to fifteen maybe twenty." They looked worried.
photo source La Formula del Biscotto
I am having giveaways all this week in celebration of what is number 1
(55, 5 +5 = 10, 10, 1+0 = 1 and so I am ONE HAPPY YOUNG THING!)
I will pick a few comments tomorrow and send a birthday gift in advance.
Note:
Click on any link under each photo to taste sweetness.
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