You know how in my last post I was the loving aunt who dutifully wished her nephew a Happy 17th Birthday? Yeah, well I was just told by my mother that Allen turned 18 today. So, apparently, for me, turning 40 meant the steep decline of my memory. Because I am the first to admit I have never, ever been good at math. There's TWO strikes against me now.
Maybe that's why God gave us a brand-new baby... so I can start over with remedial counting when it comes to candles on birthday cakes. The twins will turn 10 this summer -- uh-oh. Look out. Double digits. Oy vey.
Well, if I can't count and I certainly have some memory challenges... at least I have my health.
lol - my own MOM forgot how old I was turning one year. Don't feel bad but feel free to go over and give her a hard time! :)
ReplyDeleteWow, Thank you sincerely for the Kind words Aunt Becky, Happened across this my mishap but none the less it made me smile to see those kind words.
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