Actually, I can’t remember. But I must say that I don’t feel “old” at all. Last night, after the last of my wonderful fam went home, the Thriller and I sat on the porch swing and chatted. In between the jokes about “what we’re gonna do next year for your 50th,” I got to thinking — I don’t feel old.
So I guess the adage “you’re as young as you feel” applies here. Either that, or I’m just delusional. Either way, it’s all good.
Off to the school house with my bad self.