As part of the "old" crowd in the Female age 40-44 division, I had an excuse to be slow during races. Now, I'm moving on up (just add 40 candles above) and I'll be that fast, young thing in F45-49.
Yeah, right.
It gave me an excuse to start celebrating early anyway.
Even though I spent a little time baking last night, I decided I would use those cookies for the mission trip and stop by Dunkin' Donuts on my way to work instead. I almost took a picture of the cop in line in front of me. It was too ironic! Granted, he only got coffee (that I could tell), but it struck me as pretty funny.
So I shared treats at work and treated myself to a chair massage AND King Cone on the way home. Heck, it might as well be my birthday TODAY!
I guess I figured since I'm getting up around 5:30 a.m. tomorrow and driving 8 hours with kids I am just getting to know, I should make sure I have my fun today.
Now I still have just a few items to pack, plus go pick up the van I'll be using, and maybe see some of Carter's 8 p.m. baseball game...
Yep, that's my fun! When we get old, I guess we appreciate the little things.
Or something.
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