I'm gonna turn thirty in a few months and I am super excited. Not only is it a "milestone" I also get a wonderful new nephew in the mix. My sister is having another baby. I still don't understand why he can't be named after me but heck not my kid (I know I wasn't going to name my little girl after you and I'm sorry.If I had two girls instead of two boys I would have, I promise). Anyhow I was feeling pretty damn good about the big 30. I had planned when I turned 25 (that is a quarter of a century old you know) that my big new decade birthday would be great party and the whole shebang you know.
This morning I was going through pictures. I had some laid out and asked Blondy to look at the picture of me and my grandma. He asked if I was a kid. I said, "No honey, that's right before I got married to your daddy so almost 9 years ago." He tilted his head to the side and looked at it again and declared, " Wow you are so old, you must be like a hundred now." Not very nice I'd say but alas it gets even worse. "Were you hear when God made dirt and rocks?"
"No Honey, I was not. Thank you so much for making me feel as old as dirt though. I appreciate it." He says he loves me and gives me a hug and kiss. Damn cute kid. Forgiveness just like that. But now when I look in the mirror all I see is dirt and rocks. Its gonna be a long 5 months and 3 days.