acting my age
Thank you for all the emails wishing my big girl a happy birthday. They were very sweet. She loved them. I asked her how sixteen felt, and she replied, "I don't feel sixteen."
I admit I laughed. I'm forty-five (closer to the six) and I don't feel that age at all. The nineties were just last week. I'm finding the older I get, the less old I feel. I wish my back felt that! My knees too. Funny, my bones seem to take it as a mission to remind that I am, in fact, forty-five.
My husband and I were crusing through Target this past weekend, and they had games in their old packaging. It was funny to us how these things are popular again.
My husband bought a Magnavox Odyssey game system the other day and he's now trying to find the right cords to play it. He was poor growing up, and his grandparents purchased a raffle ticket and won it. They in turn gave it to him and his two brothers.
I didn't even know such a thing existed until he told me about it. I remeber Atari, and I'm only five years younger than him. It's amazing to me how technology changes as fast as it does. Sometimes, I think we should use dog years when talking about it.
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