I don't know if that's a good thing or not, but I guess it's better than not getting to 75.
Once I was little, and young, very young. Here I am with my mother and my sister Ilene, about 1945.
It's funny that I have been spending so much time and thought leading up to our big celebration on Saturday, that I already thought of myself as 75. Now I am.
We were up early to beat the rain in order to get the lawn mowed and edged. Unless we get a big storm today, the yard is now ready. The party rental truck will be here tomorrow.
I'll check a few more things off my list, monitor birthday greetings coming in on Facebook, and take it easy the rest of the day. After lunch we'll go to the mall to find a Starbucks so I can collect my free latte. We'll walk in the mall since it is raining now.
This afternoon I'll spend some time reading, and probably doze off. This evening we'll go to Red Robin so I can collect my free entree. It will be a fairly quiet day. Saturday is the big one.