More Than One Way to Mark the Years

Today is my birthday. My dear grandmother, were she alive, would advise me to take to my bed with the vapors and let my family wait on me hand-and-foot for the duration of my annual illness. A southern lady to her core, my grandmother succeeded in dying without anyone, not even my grandfather, knowing her exact age. 

But there's more than one way of marking the years. One doesn't have to come right out and garishly count them. As my grandmother would say, "That's so common."

This morning, in response to the birthday wishes from my children and husband, I pointed out, cheerily I might add, that I am halfway to a right angle. And, since my genetic makeup has instilled in me an innate need to always be right, especially when engaging my siblings, this is a fantastic milestone. Who doesn't want to be right? Right?

"It's like I'm halfway to heaven!" I exclaimed.

"You're just as close to flat lining," remarked my beloved spouse. (He's the risk taker in the family.)

My grandmother would advise me at this juncture that I have been far more graphic than a southern lady should. So adieu. I'm off to enjoy my birthday!

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