Happy Birthday to me. I am officially 33. So, I guess the prophecy was wrong. I didn't die at 32 after all. Maybe I just read it wrong and it really said 35. Hmmm, I'll let you know in three more years. Anyway, I feel old and I am kind of freaking out a bit. I know everyone says the big 30 is hard, but for some reason I sailed through that and I think 33 is hard. Oh well, I'm still here, so it's all good.
posted by Michelle @ 4:58 PM
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I have to admit, the worse thing to have to respond to is: "Tell me about yourself". What do people really want to know? Anyway....here it goes. I am 34 years old. (Yes, I made it past 32). I've been married to Shane, my best friend, lover, and greatest husband in the world (that is just one person, not four) for 9 years. And I am mom to Drake, the cutest baby boy in the world. I am lucky enough to get to stay home and take care of him, though it is tough sometimes. I like to make people laugh, though I wonder sometimes if I try too hard. Like when I say something and people look at me like I lost my mind. But those are the times that I think to myself, "Shane would have got that." Though I complain a lot, so far, life has been good to me.
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I missed that prophecy! I'm curious!
26 was my hardest. 35 may be interesting. 33...I'm all good there! I may as well enjoy it for another 7 weeks!
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