Aging
Every girl should celebrate her 37th year of life with a flaming Marguerita and a black hat. I have to admit that being 37 felt not quite right for about a day. I write this three days after my birthday has passed and it now feels like 37 fits. I feel (and look) a little wiser, a little more prepared, a little better equipped, and a lot more ready to take on whatever is next.
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Hey hey hey discount youngster. I have no idea how you can be THAT much younger than me. I was six two weeks after I started kindegarten. I've always been older than my class mates. I can't find your blog or your email address somehow. Shoot me an email with a link to your blog would you? I would love to catch up and send my love to the rest of my Chi-townies.
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