It’s Official. My Medicare card arrived. So too a pile of “You Are Old” birthday cards. But I’m living proof that 65 is the new 45.
I’m on my fourth celebration tour – one in DC, one in Delaware, one at Carvel yesterday because my neighbor’s rule is “when it is 70 degrees outside, that means only one thing – Carvel!”
Today, the party is all day. Life is good.