{"id":18250,"date":"2012-12-23T00:01:03","date_gmt":"2012-12-23T04:01:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wendybrandes.com\/blog\/?p=18250"},"modified":"2012-12-23T00:14:49","modified_gmt":"2012-12-23T05:14:49","slug":"im-halfway-to-90-today","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.wendybrandes.com\/blog\/2012\/12\/im-halfway-to-90-today\/","title":{"rendered":"I’m Halfway to 90 Today"},"content":{"rendered":"

Getting older is infinitely preferable to the alternative. Besides, I’m a late bloomer, so I am convinced the best is yet to come. That said, it’s strange to remember that my current age seemed ancient to me when I was a kid. Oh well, what did I know then? I was young and dumb, and if Tumblr had existed in the 1980s, mine would have been filled with the same forever-alone quotes and no-one-understands-me photos that all the teens blog and reblog today. (I keep seeing that shit because people reblog my cat photos<\/a> and I click on their links hoping for more cat photos and I get a dose of Prozac Nation<\/a> instead. Meh<\/a>.) Life gets better as the years go by.<\/p>\n

To mark my December 23 birthday, my gorgeous mother, BarbaraB, surprised me by overcoming the global helium shortage<\/a> and sending me a bouquet of balloons.<\/p>\n

\"balloons\"<\/p>\n

Balloons have gotten awfully specific. I thought they only came in even numbers!<\/p>\n

\"balloon1\"<\/p>\n

BarbaraB keeps asking me, “How can you be 45 when I still feel 45?” I don’t know. Let’s ask FitzRoy the cat<\/a>!<\/p>\n

\"catballoons\"<\/p>\n

Um, apparently, we’ll have to get back to FitzRoy when he’s not hyp-mo-tized<\/a> by a balloon bouquet. <\/script><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Getting older is infinitely preferable to the alternative. Besides, I’m a late bloomer, so I am convinced the best is yet to come. That said, it’s strange to remember that my current age seemed ancient to me when I was a kid. Oh well, what did I know then? I was young and dumb, and…<\/p>\n

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