Several days ago, eight friends and I got together for dinner to celebrate a friend’s birthday. While we were there, we realized that four of the nine of us had all had birthdays in the past week, myself included. An odd coincidence for nine friends, I think. We sat there at the restaurant, chatting and eating delicious Mexican food (a perk about living in New Mexico).
I looked around at each of us and realized only one other mom had a teen, like me. Her son and mine are both 13 years old. From there, the age of all of the kids go down with the youngest two being only 3 months old. So, I sat there, listening to the stories of kids, school, and activities and I noticed something that amused me and slightly depressed me. I was the oldest friend among our party. Oh man….
I guess I’m older and wiser. Right? Well, maybe just oldest. I’m not sure about my being wise.
Time to get out the cane young whippersnappers!