How old am I? I’m about to turn 70 on Groundhog Day.
How old am I? When I was a little girl, I saw a children’s encyclopedia with an illustration depicting the lifespans of different species, and the lifespan for humans was 70.
How old am I? As I mentioned in Thursday’s blog post, I’m older than expected to be, and it’s wonderful.
How old am I? I’m old enough to share these images with you.
How old am I? Old enough (1) to admit that I almost wrote about hugs today before I knew it was National Hugging Day and (2) to stick with my chosen topic without rewriting what I have so far.
How old am I? Old enough to do what I want without regret or fear.
Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “how old am I?”
How old am I? I’m old enough to be grateful for every day and for you!
The Daily Bitch is distinctly cheesy but I wish it didn’t cram Saturday and Sunday together. Time is short enough without knocking a day off every weekend.
I was thinking about you, Chris, when I was writing this post, and I appreciate how old you are.
I’m old enough to know better and young enough not to care. And these days my favorite cheese is Violife non dairy cheddar. But back when I wasn’t allergic to dairy products I loved so many cheeses. I think havarti with dill was one of the favorites. It’s funny how the older we get, the younger certain numbers feel. My other half will be 70 this summer but he doesn’t seem like it to me.
I love how old you are!
you are as old as you think you are, though sometimes your body chooses to disagree
Thanks for your wisdom, my friend.
On the mug, are those bunnies being chased by shuttlecocks? Or am I hallucinating?
I’m old enough to admit that I don’t know the answer, Lisa!
I’m old enough to want a hunk of aged cheddar after seeing your Twitter question here, Ann.
You are!