So I'm starting to look forward to my birthday. Understand that I typically love all things birthday...and all things me-related. So even though I was going to be that religion that doesn't celebrate b-days, I have since repented and gone back to the almighty candle and cake and present celebration.
Yup, I was looking forward to it UNTIL a kid called me something today:
Nana.
I'm sorry. Do I look like your 55 year old hispanic grandma named Nana? No I do not.
I've gotten Mom, Mommy, and even Daddy before (to the kid's credit, he doesn't have a mom -uh because he has TWO dads- so calling me Daddy was 'normal') but NEVER in all my years has anyone called me the name of a grandparent.
My wish for my birthday this year is to not resemble anyone's Nana. And to not lose my dentures when I blow out the candles.
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This AARP comment applied to me tonight as 5:38 p.m. rolled around and I had taken a shower and was in my pjs and comfy and reliable XO fleece and sleep socks--knock at the door. No. It was not the police this time. Just a dandy old man from the Arkansas Democrat getting me to buy the Sunday paper. I bought it. I buy it every Sunday anyway. Nonetheless I'm positive he was a member of the AARP and I am not. He was still out and about at 5:38 p.m. and I was in my pjs and ready for bed. Thank you.
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