“And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.” Abraham Lincoln
The Hubbs made the card to the front left One tradition that I never sway from is taking my birthday week off from work. I started taking a birthday vacation every year 7 years ago. It just makes sense. Instead of squeezing all my festivities into one day - I spread them out over the entire week. I know, brilliant idea. I also have time to try the new age on and wear it a while to get comfortable. Now, my mom - GeeGee still thinks I'm a kid. She really doesn't even know her own age. Just ask her. She will purse her lips and the eyes roll skyward like a number is going to magically appear over her head. Then she does "the calculation". It's the same every time. She asks me how old I am and adds 21 to that because she does remember she was 21 yo when she gave birth to her firstborn child. Then the shock of how old she is sets in and gets worse when she realizes I am old enough to now pick her nursing home. (HeeHee...behave yourself) What's