Seven years ago I went to a Mexican restaurant the night before my birthday – my 31st – and was the only one at the table who didn’t get carded after ordering margaritas. Needless to say, a breakdown ensued.
Last night, the night before my 38th birthday, I went to a Mexican restaurant, ordered a margarita, and got carded.
Seven years ago I was ordering those margaritas with my (ex) boyfriend and his brother. Things were rocky.
Last night I ordered those margaritas with my husband and his brother. Things are wonderful.
Seven years ago I was about to start a job that paid more than I’d ever made before and I was ecstatic.
Today I am waiting to start a job that pays more than that.
So I am younger-looking, happier and richer today than I was seven years ago.
Happy birthday to me!