it’s tomorrow, and i say, who cares? I guess you could say the thrill is gone.
here’s what i’ve done since i was in my early 20’s — something ingenious, really. about mid-year, i begin telling myself that I’m already the next year older so it won’t be such a shock when it gets here. you should try it.
i used to really hate getting older. when i was whining about it a few years back, my mother looked at me and said, you know, martha — you’ve had a lot of birthdays.
after i got over the indignity of her comment, i was left wondering why people apologize for being older. I mean, what’s that about?
think about it.
here’s what i said to my snotty little daughter the last time she made a disparaging comment to me about being old:
listen here, you little pipsqueak. i was kind of a hot babe when i was your age & you ain’t got nothing on me.
come to think of it, you should be writing me a thank you note.
and you’re grounded.
was that wrong?