which is the last prime number that i can be till six years from now
at which time i will be
sixty-seven
the advantage of being 67 over being 61 is that by then i will have been enjoying senior discounts for 2 years
so what good is being 61?!?
not old enough for senior discounts...
too old for the children's menu...
too young for Social Security...
too old to get hired as anything but a greeter at WalMart...
still ... i was born in a prime month
on a prime day
and now i'm a prime number again
and i have been afforded another opportunity to make something of myself
and besides...
i get to wear purple on thursdays
or any other day
nobody expects me to lift heavy things
i don't have to worry about wrinkles because now i know that they don't hurt and they are a road map of where i've been
young people think it's funny when i accidentally drop the eff bomb
no one tells me that i ought to dye my hair because the silver adds years to my face
no one mistakes me for my children's grandmother
young men think it's funny when i check out their butts
the wives in the neighborhood don't feel threatened when their husbands stop to talk to me
road rage drivers don't get mad at me for driving slowly and stopping for no obvious reason
i have seniority over just about everyone
people think that my being forgetful is kinda cute
and those same people think it's funny when my filters fail and i call someone older than me an old fart or an old bitty
i can go into 7Eleven at 1 am and buy ice cream bars and honey roasted peanuts, cookies and m&m's, cheetos, fritos and pizza rolls and not have the guy behind the counter give me a questioning look for my sudden attack of the munchies
not much embarrasses me
i am more grateful than i ever was before
and besides...
i get to wear purple on thursdays
or any other day
nobody expects me to lift heavy things
i don't have to worry about wrinkles because now i know that they don't hurt and they are a road map of where i've been
young people think it's funny when i accidentally drop the eff bomb
no one tells me that i ought to dye my hair because the silver adds years to my face
no one mistakes me for my children's grandmother
young men think it's funny when i check out their butts
the wives in the neighborhood don't feel threatened when their husbands stop to talk to me
road rage drivers don't get mad at me for driving slowly and stopping for no obvious reason
i have seniority over just about everyone
people think that my being forgetful is kinda cute
and those same people think it's funny when my filters fail and i call someone older than me an old fart or an old bitty
i can go into 7Eleven at 1 am and buy ice cream bars and honey roasted peanuts, cookies and m&m's, cheetos, fritos and pizza rolls and not have the guy behind the counter give me a questioning look for my sudden attack of the munchies
not much embarrasses me
i am more grateful than i ever was before
and those all seem like pretty good reasons to celebrate...
even if i DO have to bake my own birthday cake...