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When you can’t even remember how old you really are, either you are getting forgetful ~ or you just don’t really care.
Truthfully, I don’t really care. Sadly, I also can’t remember.
Someone asked me the other day how old I would be on my next birthday. I had to stop and think…and think…while quickly doing the math in my head. While I will freely admit how old I am {37 thank.you.very.much} it would appear that I prefer not to tell others because of my hesitation in answering.
I’m really not ashamed of my age. I’m just getting old{er} and can’t remember.
{sigh}
Just pass me a piece of my birthday cake and help me forget it all, ok?
