We went to a wedding last weekend, and a woman I just met the night before said, "May I ask you a personal question?" Well, what does one say when asked such a question, but sure. She then asked, "How old are you?" Was that a good thing, as in, my how young you look, Donna. Or was it a bad thing as in, good heavens you act childish. Hmmm. Could be either I suppose! As it turns out, she thought I was about 10 years younger than I am, so I guess it was a good thing.
Regardless, I celebrated my 55th birthday on June 21. Kera, Chris, and Gwen visited me in the afternoon. I swear Kera has a little notebook where she writes down everything she hears me say I want. Lovely gifts, and very nice of them all to spend time with me.
In the evening, my parents and brother came to celebrate not only my birthday, but Father's Day as well. Happy Day, my Dat!
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