Until my Expiration Date

Do you know what cracks me up about my mom?  Well, there are a lot of things.  When I was a kid, she would always try to find things with the expiration date the same as my birthday.  She made a big deal out of it too.  Check out the milk!  Check out the eggs!  I  found some mayonnaise that expires on your birthday!  It’s the small stuff, I guess.

 

She had me when she was thirty, now she is sixty.

Today I am thirty.

Thirty years old.

I don’t feel different.

I don’t look different.

 

I am definitely none the wiser.

Meh.

 

Here's to thirty!