I’m 50. I only look 35. A lovable 35.
Not me sillies. I’m not turning 50.
Well, at least for another 23 days.
Good grief.
With our daughter at camp for two weeks, our youngest and I hit the open road.
Arriving in O-ville at 7 pm, along with a torrent of rain — an hour later I was out the door to help an old friend (as in a friend for a long time) celebrate her 35th birthday.
Jeez Louise — were we ever 35?
Mary thanking everyone for coming and making us all swear in blood that we would not harass her on Facebook tomorrow.
I got to see some gals I hadn’t seen in 30 some years. And meet plenty of new faces.
Those of us WPHS alums. We were racking our brains to think of what cool thing we used to do with our hands at football games.
We couldn’t think of anything. Well, Diane was clever enough to do a Number One. My hand is just floating indecisively.
But the greatest thing about the night — other than seeing old friends — was that they birthday girl had special personalized mugs made for each guest by the artist/Ironwoman to my left in the above photo.
I LOVED this idea.
26.2 would be cool.
Visionary. That was awesome for some visionary person. Not I.
Diane and Allison — BFF and Best Friend respectively — had each known the birthday girl the longest.
Me. I got Lovable.
Don’t know how true that is but I can’t wait to show my children that someone thinks I am.
Here’s the one I was most impressed with.
Unflappable. Some woman is thought unflappable.
Dear goodness. I become unhinged about a hangnail.
Well, if it is a real painful one.
Correction.
I was most impressed with the woman who garnered Unflappable till I saw this one.
Anointed.
Who gets anointed? Well other than King David.
So I was impressed. And it was a fun evening.
Here’s wishing Mary a very happy birthday tomorrow.
From her much younger friend.
