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Absolute worst was my 25th...my stepmom died from an aortic aneurysm. She had just gone up to change clothes for dinner and we found her dead within 5 minutes. I think dinner stayed in the oven for 3 days afterward and I have never eaten stuffed shells again. I haven't liked birthdays since. As my dad said at the hospital, Happy F-ing Birthday, and he was not one to curse.
But, a better one was for me was 29 as I got a belly button piercing in memory of my cousin and met my DH on that birthday. Now I just try to ignore them, though 40 is rapidly approaching and I find myself feeling stuck in a rut...work to pay the bills and for gas, eat, sleep, and do it all again the next day. I wish I could go back to 21 and do it all over again!! |
my worst was 25 - flcmt
