So, I turned 50 last September. I was very freaked out about it. I told my husband "no party". I threatened to go to Vietnam for a month and volunteer at an orphanage. I wanted no fan fare, no reminders that my
time is running out. My youth is gone. The
me that I know is not old. I am still 22 inside. I'm still very immature for my age.
So as you can see,my husband threw me a fabulous surprise party. There I am tiara, sash and all saying goodbye to my youth.
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