Like last week as Mr. Robinson and I are driving to midtown. I look over and say to him, as if he didn’t already know, “we’re driving to a friend’s 40th birthday. Isn’t that so strange that we have friends turning 40?”
To which he responds, “I know! I turn 40 in a year.”
Silence. He then adds, “wait, I turn forty in a few months.…”
We were still chuckling about as I limped up the hill to the bar with my arthritic right hip that constantly aches. Oh the joys.
Happy birthday, Amy! I’m only a couple years behind you….