Last year, three of my best girls and I ran the Virginia Beach half-marathon on my girl Lori's 40th birthday. Tonight, we're going to party it up at Laura's to celebrate Elizabeth's big 4-0. Laura's due to hit the big one next month (we share a birthday... how cool is that?) and then I'll be the only one of us rocking the 35-39 division. I'm sure that means I should pick up the pace.
(And just in case you thought I was really mature [since I hang out with a bunch of old ladies], I'm throwing some Hannah Montana at you.)
What?! Old lady, huh?! Didn't you know that the forties are the new thirties. And to think, I call you a friend. Umph!
ReplyDeleteSee you tonight, Butthead (only an immature, young'un uses the word "butthead")
I knew I could bully you into commenting! :) So does that mean I'm really in my 20s?
ReplyDeleteApparently you're not old until you start singing barbershop.
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