For a while now, I have been trying so hard to put my thoughts (so many of them) in writing but each time I am almost there, somehow the whole thing seems to jump out of the window. Then I just have to pick a pen and paper this morning (against the saying that the pen has been lifted and the pages are empty) with no thought of what to write on, but I know I did write something, whether it would make sense to you or even me is another question, but for now I am just going to continue.
Happy Birthday to me, Tundebryan! It’s April 26.Turning a year older has made me wonder about certain things, like how much longer can I get away with telling people that I am “twenty-….”?.. You don’t need to know my exact age. What for? lol
On my birthday, I might celebrate with the youth and vigor of someone who can dance and party, all night or in the manner of someone who can eat too much cake and pass out on the sofa watching a bad movie…I am pretty sure I am going to pass out on the sofa!