Plus in my positive mood, I know that it could be a hell of a lot worse! I mean if I were a dog I would be 189 years old, if I were a cat I would be 173 years old, and if I were a cow I would be 135 years old. This would ultimately make me either an old bitch, an aging pussy or a just a washed out old cow, or more likely… dead!
Elana: So lets talk about the fact you are 27
Elana: Well you ain’t no spring chicken
(I could not find the age of a chicken… I don’t think they live that long!)
So no downers on turning 27 and being another step closer to 30… it is just another number, and it is all good with me!
Workmate: How old are you now?
Me: Ha ha ha.. what you trying to say?
Workmate: You are a baby!!!
Thank you to all of you who sent me birthday wishes this morning… you’re beautiful… and mostly older than me 😉