Going on 30
I have a birthday coming up at the end of the month. It’s the one that seems to send some women weeping into a tub of Ben & Jerry’s Super Fudge Chunk ice cream. I’ll be 30 on June 27th. It wasn’t a big deal to me, though. Age is nothing but a number, or something else equally profoundly inane. I was fine with it. Until I held the following conversation with my mother:
Me: Do you know what’s coming up at the end of the month?
Mom: I don’t want to hear about it!
Me: You don’t want to hear about MY birthday?
Mom: No!
Me: Why?
Mom: Because it makes ME feel OLD!
Thanks, Mom.
This coming from a woman who could swear I was turning 28 this year. When I corrected her, she let out a louder than necessary gasp. “You’re gonna be 30?!” Really, Mom. Thank you.
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HA! That made me LAUGH! My mom has done the same thing =)
Oh my goodness, how did your husband’s car catch fire in a grocery store parking lot?!
No way! Now THAT would be scary! Was everybody okay?
LOL We have NO IDEA! He was in line paying for our groceries and he saw firemen outside hosing down his car.
Yes, everyone was ok. The car was even still drivable, just never quite the same. He was in such shock, though, that he forgot all about the groceries.