It's my birthday, I'm a medieval baebe, it's my birthday. Yeah. I'm 29 again, yes, I'm just always 29 these days, no matter what year it is. It's my press age - y'know, my fake age. Well I hardly see why I should be telling all and sundry my real age? Or.. is it better to say one is much older than one truly is, and then reap the compliments for looking younger? Hmmm....
6 comments:
Happy birthday!
Hey, thanks Trad Conjure Witch !
Happy birthday! I'm a firm believer of letting everyone know how old you are so they can be amazed and astounded ... hopefully because you look younger, heh heh! :)
Thanks Michelle! Yeah, you have a point there!
And also, Like Your Hair!!!
My wife was working at a high school in her early thirties and mistaken for a student. Age is a funny thing.
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