Today I am 32 years and 364 days…which means that, yes, tomorrow is my birthday.
It means I’ll be 12 years past doing 21 shots and 15 years past buying cigarettes and voting.
17 years past 16.
I’m only 7 years away from being over the hill but I’m only about halfway to retirement…or death.
I’m one month away from having a fucking 9 year old, brilliant, hilarious, pre-pubescent lady. And 6 weeks away from also having my youngest kid turn 6. 6! For fuck’s sake!
Thankfully, I’m 15 minutes into this glass of wine…
If we were rhyming and we said that 32 is all about you..or 32 and feeling blue…
…then 33 is all about me!
…or 33, poop and pee.