I have a bone to pick with Facebook.
(Yes Mark Z, I'm talking to you.)
The day before my birthday I logged on to FB
and a message immediately popped up:
Tomorrow is Kathy Healy's xxth birthday.
Did I really need to be reminded I was turning another year? Come on Marky Mark…
Couldn't you at least let me enjoy my last day of that year.
So if I was getting the FB reminder,
I'm guessing everyone else was too.
I was surprised my birth year appeared.
I had tried to get rid of it from my profile earlier but Failed
so I changed my birth year to 1976.
(FB probably did the math and figured
no way did I have a child at 10.)
PaulA told me to call FB.
I didn't know that was an option.
Anyone know how to get in touch with Mr. Z?
Apparently I'm acting my age…
old and cranky.
They say you are only as young as you feel.
This morning I woke up feeling 39 (Winning)…
with a golf game planned later in the day with PaulA.
But my noon I was feeling my age plus some extra years. (Fail)
I somehow twisted a side muscle and could barely move. A first for me…
and the perfect old person gift to myself on my birthday.
I downed an Alleve, hit the outside lounger, and waited
for the meds to kick in.
Again, acting my age.
So If age is a state of mind…at this moment
I'm living in the oldest state that comes to mind.
I am looking forward to Jeopardy tonight.
Like most old people…I can't miss it…
when the current winner has won 12 times in a row.
Acting my age.
There is hope for me....
I am going to dinner at 8 pm which is way past the
Early Bird Old folk Special
But I must say,
I am onboard when it comes to an early happy hour.
Acting my age.
Old people are the BEST.