I am fifty today. Usually on my birthday I write "Cinco de Mayo means Lynn's Birthday in Spanish." Which it does. But today I am too somber I suppose for pinatas.
I don't mean to be. I'd rather be fifty than dead, most days. It's just sobering to realize that more of your life is over than not. It doesn't help that I have a mammogram scheduled for today and medical stuff makes me nervous any more.
But! I have chocolates, gifties, and some birthday money to console me; I intend to get a pedicure after the mammogram as a reward for finally getting it done.
Pinata photo courtesy gusdrinks on flickr