My birthday is coming up in the next few days. I only announce it because I’m training Marin to say “Mommy’s 38.” Which is a lie, but I just like it better that way. There are birthdays that are exciting but after a certain age they kind of lose their appeal. Any birthday when you are a kid is great. Turning 16 and getting your driver’s license is huge. 18 and you can vote and go to college. 21, of course, is the magic drinking age. I’m currently between the ages of “yes, my insurance rates have dropped” and the next big one, the dreaded senior discount.
I want Botox for my birthday.