My daughter is officially two-thirds my age today. She recently received an AARP membership
application and commented that such things as AARP memberships were making the
actual number harder to deny.
I don’t know why she’d want to deny it, being two-thirds my
age doesn’t seem all that bad to me.
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| another birthday that started with 5 |
Two-Thirds has been an extraordinary elementary school teacher
for the past two decades, so I imagine she has developed one heckuva lethal
stare which can not only silence a chatty third-grader during a test, but can
also silently communicate make my day … I
haven’t eviscerated anyone since ten this morning to any helpful sales
people who might otherwise dare to offer her a senior discount.
She can always claim AARP is an acronym for something else…
Apple
Addicts Rehab Patient
Am Acting Really Persnippity
Am Acting Really Persnippity
Okay … it’s harder than I thought to find something else
that works with AARP … but Two-Thirds is a clever girl, she’ll think of
something.
She needn’t really concern herself though – she is a bright,
wonderful, engaging being, and she is ageless to those fortunate to interact
with her.
Happy Birthday Two-Thirds!
Love you infinitely,
Dad
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