I got a call from my mom this morning, who reminded me that I was supposed to be born 25 years ago today!
I always remember that March 11 is my "unbirthday," because wherever I am, my mom calls me and teases me about it. And she has the right to - I was born about three weeks later, while my mom's stomach got bigger and bigger!
It's hard for me to believe I'm almost 25 years old - it's not a "scary" age, but it certainly is halfway to 30. Time to start thinking seriously about things like diet, exercise, cholesterol, etc. It would be nice to make it another three quarters of a century, like some relatives of mine have done!
Alice: Unbirthday? I'm sorry, but I don't understand.
March Hare: It's very simple. Now, thirty days has Septem - no. Wait... An unbirthday, if you have a birthday, then you... She doesn't know what an unbirthday is.
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I know how you feel, 20 is a huge step. I'm no longer a crazy teenager, just crazy!
By the way, I saw Mr. Miller and Mr. Maday today. They both asked about you. Apparently Mr. Maday went to law school right around the corner from DePaul.
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