september 20, 2011
it's my birthday.
it's my birthday.
and i'm twenty-seven.
ugh.
when did i get so old?
we recently taught b how old we were, and now she'll ask me "mom, are you twenty-nine?"
nope, that's your dad.
"are you twenty-seven?"
yep, unfortunately i am.
but get used to that twenty-nine number, b.
that's as old as i'll ever get.
it's my [birthday] and i can cry if i want to.
right?
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