It’s official. Today is my birthday, and I’m old as dirt. Some days I feel like dirt too, lol. But I have this magic mirror at home and when I look into it I am still 25, or 30. No lines, bags, wrinkles, or fat. I see long, luxurious golden brown hair, bright green eyes, a light dusting of freckles over my fair, creamy skin, twinkling teeth, and a perfect figure
But then I put my glasses on, and run screaming from the room. The ravages of time have not been kind to me. I suppose I could look worse, but I could sure look better. If I won $10,000 in the Lotto I would run to the nearest plastic surgeon and tell him to take off 20 years! Hmmm, maybe I would need $20,000.
I wish I could say at least I still have my health, but I would laugh so hard I would prolly pee my pants a little. I alone inherited ALL the bad genes in my family. My sister and brother were left unscathed. Lucky ones. I seriously could be a doctor, I know more than some I’ve seen. I’ve spent plenty of time in the hospital and do my research.
And here it is at 2 a.m., still wide awake and unable to sleep, even after a Lunesta. But I can’t really blame my insomnia on old age, it’s been with me always. Lucky me. I’m a binge sleeper. Some times I sleep like a log, other times I go for days with barely a few hours.
I will miss my mom calling me on my birthday. When she had Alzheimer’s, I would call her instead, and say “Thank you for having me”. So, to my mom and dad up in heaven I would like to say “Thank you both for having me, and have a toast for me! I miss you both, and love you, and will be with you one day. I know you are taking care of my girls for me, and I yearn to see you all!”
Feel free to wish me a Happy Birthday. I promise to put my glasses to read them! It’s supposed to be a beautiful day today!