...that means my sis-in-law gets a birthday this year. That officially makes her 14. (Don't tell her I said she still acts like that when she doesn't get her way.)
Hubby had a birthday last week and can now quit asking me, "So, how does it feel to be my age?" (We are the same age for a month, until his birthday). And every year I answer, "How does it feel to be MY age? After all, you're going to get older." Some traditions are just weird. :)
Again, in a sassy move since his birthday, Hubby commented to me the other night, "It's amazing you can walk on knees that old." This while I was on an errand of mercy for him to the kitchen because his back was hurting and I move faster. When I turned around and glared looked at him, he added, "What? Your knees are originals, making them 58 years old. Isn't anything over 50 considered an antique? My knees are only a year and a half old." (Said the man who had both knees replaced in 2014).
Ah love...he still makes me laugh.
So on this, the Leap Day of the year, did I somehow expect something magical? If I did, I just got what passes for "normal" at my Center. One of my senior citizens who was there for Line Dancing at 10 a.m. came in the kitchen and asked what I was doing. "KP," I answered, "I'm peeling 10 pounds of potatoes for tomorrow's lunch." She shook her head and said she couldn't imagine doing that so early in the morning. I grinned and told her, "I left home at 8 a.m., bought groceries, have 3 roast beefs in the oven and I've already made cherry cheesecake. Once the potatoes are peeled and cut I get a break." She looked at me in shock and said, "You've done all of that already?"
I can't wait to get to the age where 10 a.m. is considered too early to do anything.
So now I'm going to celebrate by sitting and...doing nothing. Until dinner time. But at least I don't have to peel potatoes.