27 Years… of what?

No! No! No! It’s my birthday! I am not going to be morbid!! On the contrary I am very grateful, because the way I see it 27 is just a number. I am 27 years older. I am 27 years wiser. I am 27 years more confused, while at the same time being 27 years more confident of myself. I have spent 27 years with some of the greatest people on this planet, and spent 27 years trying to avoid the biggest losers on this planet… and although I have come into contact with both, I am now 27 times more likely to be able to tell the difference between the two on sight!


Plus in my positive mood, I know that it could be a hell of a lot worse! I mean if I were a dog I would be 189 years old, if I were a cat I would be 173 years old, and if I were a cow I would be 135 years old. This would ultimately make me either an old bitch, an aging pussy or a just a washed out old cow, or more likely… dead!

Elana: So lets talk about the fact you are 27
Me: Why?
Elana: Well you ain’t no spring chicken
Me: Thanks!

(I could not find the age of a chicken… I don’t think they live that long!)

So no downers on turning 27 and being another step closer to 30… it is just another number, and it is all good with me!

Workmate: How old are you now?
Me: 27
Workmate: Really???
Me: Ha ha ha.. what you trying to say?
Workmate: You are a baby!!!

Thank you to all of you who sent me birthday wishes this morning… you’re beautiful… and mostly older than me ;)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!

nb: Cow age provided by the "Bovine Detective" - thank you!