Yesterday, I turned 35. My son sent me an email card that said "you're old." At least my brother didn't call me this year pretending to be an AARP rep. He did that last year. He thinks he's cute...but he's 10 years older!!!
I'm not bummed about it or anything, but I do have a memory going through my head of when the mom on "One Day at a Time" turned 35. "You're not middle-aged, Mom" Barbara said. "You're only 35. Why I was just reading the other day that the average woman lives to be 70."
I think I'm going to go get back on my email and listen to the card that my son sent me saying "You're OLD"