Fifty

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



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Happy Birthday, Lynn!
I thought of you toady when we held our salsa tasting at school as part of Cinco de Mayo/Foriegn Language week festivities!
XOXO
Lenora
thank you!
It's how most of my friends remember. I remember one friend's birthday because it's Bastille Day.
My toes now look human again; boy I tipped that gal good.
Happy Birthday!
Happy Belated Birthday, Lynn!
thanks!
I'll be 50 all year, so I don't think it's belated.
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