graceanne
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Last year my aunt asked me how old I am. I honestly didn't know. I had to count, and even then I counted wrong. Now I know I'm 29, because people are constantly asking me whether I have some weird anxiety about turning 30.![]()
I loved turning thirty, because everyone got off my ass. Either people were laughing, cause I was 29 (who cares?) or they were asking how many times I had been 29 (and then saying they weren't calling me old).
The funny part was on my thirtieth birthday my mom called and wished me a happy 29th birthday - I had been getting that all day so it took me a couple of minutes to realize she actually thought I was turning 29! And then my dad called to give me a hard time about turning thirty, but I just turned the tables and pointed out that his oldest child (me) was thirty, his youngest (my sister) is 18, and his oldest grandchild is 10. If anyone was old it was him.
I laughed.




