Today is the day that I get older. Sort of. At all times in my life, I am getting older, perhaps wiser, and definitely saggier in certain areas. It happens gradually over time.
Today is the day that I "officially" get older.
Yes, kids, today is my birthday. I have been walking this Earth for a scant thirty-three years today.
It's nothing important. I'm not turning ten and hitting double-digits. I'm not turning thirteen and heading into the dreaded teen years. I'm not turning sixteen and awaiting a drivers' license. I'm not turning eighteen and, thus, becoming an adult in the eyes of the law (and able to fight for my country, buy cigarettes, and buy lottery tickets, not that I smoke but, you know what I mean). I'm not turning twenty-one and am able to buy my own alcohol, legally. I'm not turning thirty and am viewed as "old" by small children. No, kids, I'm turning thirty-three. There's nothing really special about turning thirty-three.
I suppose that the unspecialness of today can be summed up by what Little Man and I are doing: laundry, watching Shaun the Sheep, and I'm catching up on blogs.
Perhaps I'll show you photos of what was purchased while we were on our cruise...if I can get a good photo (and no, I won't tell you what we paid for it).
Anyway, I hope you're having a lovely day. I hope to be back on Wednesday for a WIP Wednesday post. We shall see.