|Could those be the beginning of swimmer's arms?|
Yesterday was my birthday and although I share it with my daughter the "mom" factor kicked in with the mindset that my kids always come first--despite their adult status. June 4th was Margaret's day, however, it doesn't really matter when we celebrate because according to my sage grandmother, "Birthdays last a whole month".
The day after is a fine time to acknowledge my turning the ripe young age of sixty-four with a tribute to those hairy young men from Liverpool I swooned over when I was a mere thirteen years old (and at that time sixty-four seemed ancient).
When I'm Sixty-four