by Someone I went to high school with left a comment here yesterday! I love getting email from people that I went to high school with. Thanks to Echo and my books, I’m easy to find on the internet so I do hear from people from time to time. So fellow Huntington High School grads — email away! I love hearing from you.
PS: I’m trying to be all subtle about how old I am and people keep saying, “Oh, don’t worry about turning FIFTY,” and, “Hi Stacy! Happy 50th!!” Or, “Yeah, FIFTY is not such a big deal.” And so on. (Denial-busting meanies.) Okay. FIFTY, FIFTY, FIFTY. I surrender. I am as old as the hills and getting older as I type. Imagine that scene from about 50 million horror movies where the character suddenly ages to their true age, then turns into a skeleton, then dust, and then is blown away until there is nothing left. THAT’S ME. (In 12 more days. For now, I am still technically “in my forties,” which doesn’t sound as bad … as that other age.)
I work for the federal government and get to retire at 55 so I actually look forward to my upcoming birthdays because in less than a year and a half I’ll be free to spend my days doing fun things and never have to look at another persons tax return again.
I was about to pooh pooh the entire idea of turning FIFTY and what do I find in the mail-an AARP card!!!
Ahhh!!!!!
That date is months away-yet they found me.