That’s right. 33 years baby. 32 was so nice I am reluctant to give it up. But alas the planet went all the way around the sun… and since it worked so hard to do that I’ll leave 32 behind and just plan on making 33 feel better by accepting its label for the next 365 days.
Crazy fact: While I hit the 1/3 century mark this year. My mom is only 39. Go figure.
Party with me: That’s right. You can see me live and in person [better than dead and on TV] at Lucha Libre in San Diego tonight. We are joining up with another Great American, Erin from our community group, and together we will dine in the Champions Booth… enjoying its amazing gold pleather boothiness while eating our tacos on fine china. Starting at 6:30 we will enjoy tacos, TJ hotdogs, and soda pop.
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I understand completely how your mom can be 39!!
Happy Birthday once again.
yeah my grandma is 59…so weird. because my mom is 54.
I thought you didn;t like celebrating your birthday?