Well, it happened. I had that birthday. The one I was dreading. I’m alive. Haggard, but alive.
One bonus about having birthdays (other than the whole “I’m still breathing” stuff) is the freebies! My Sephora gift. The Ulta gift. The discounts. So, with that in mind, here’s what arrived today. So festive.
Balloons. A birthday greeting. No return address.
What could it be???
I opened it curiously.
I refuse to open mail from them. I am YOUNG, dammit. But they tricked me. Lured me in with pretty balloons and hopes of some kind of fun discount card. Nope, it’s (#$%_^ AARP trying to recruit me into their old age cult.