Act Your Age

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. 

huh?  

I didn't know that was an option.  

Anyone know how to get in touch with Mr. Z?  

Maybe

 1.800.PLZ.MYOB .

Apparently I'm acting my age…

old and cranky.

Anywhoooo….

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…

especially 

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.