When people asked how old she was,
she would say 1009365, more or less,
because she was so glad to be alive that
she counted every day a birthday.
She had some disagreement from her
knees about the actual figures though.
This one is mine, folks, written for me.
From StoryPeople
For me too, honey.
ReplyDeleteMe three.
ReplyDeleteMust I share? I thought the thought was mine, mine, mine.
ReplyDeleteMy knees don't disagree with me about my age, just about whether I should make them run round the block or not.
ReplyDeletewv - crinkt - my knees are pretty crinkt.
Happy Birthday, Grandmere. Happy Birthday!!!
ReplyDeleteMargaret, thanks. Don't forget to come back tomorrow to give me a birthday greeting again.
ReplyDeleteMimi- happy birthday to you, happy birthday to me! I just calculated that I'm 22,995 today. And boy, are my knees tired, too.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday, Ginny! I calculate my days at 27,575, and my knees are in bad shape.
ReplyDeleteMimi! I didn't know it was your birthday. Sorry, I didn't twig. Happy birthday!!! Many happy returns etc. If you lived anywhere near me I'd bake you a cake.
ReplyDeleteStop! Stop! It's not my real birthday! It's my everyday birthday. Like the story says.
ReplyDeleteHaHa!!! tomorrow and every day for a very very long time Grandmere.
ReplyDeleteHappy everyday birthday, everyone!
ReplyDeleteAlthough the lady in the "story" is a very long lived lady indeed. if she's lived more than a million days--that comes out to about 300 years. (Does that make you feel less old, Mimi?)
At any rate, do you remember Florida's hunkiest priest?
http://www.miamiherald.com/2010/05/29/1655231/cutie-is-a-priest-again-and-a.html#storylink=omni_popular
I figure that's 2,765 years old!
ReplyDeleteIt is my real birthday, the 25th anniversary of my 39th. ;-) Birthdays are not so bad, after all I am still not dead. Lee Hayes of the Weavers wrote this verse:
ReplyDeleteI think Lee Hayes said it well back in the last Weavers reunion concert.
"I get up each morning and dust of my wits,
get the newspaper and read the obit.
And if I'm not there, I know I'm not dead,
so I eat a good breakfast and roll back to bed."
FWIW
jimB
joyeux anniversaire Grandmère Mimi!
ReplyDeleteHappy Real Brithday, Jim!
ReplyDeleteThe woman in the story makes me feel younger than springtime.
Merci, mon cher Wade.
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