26 years, 360 days and counting.
I’m totally trying to win the fight with 27.
The birthday that numerically pushes me into my “LATE TWENTIES”.
Ugh. Stupid Father Time.
Here is a breakdown on the recent rouds of action.*
27, look out! I’m gonna kick your ass.
LL: Bought a new car.
27: Lowered my insurance rates.
LL: New hairstyle. I love it!
27: told by a co worker I look “older and edgy”.
LL: Trying to work on a healty lifestyle.
27: Chipped a back tooth
LL: Won “Best Speaker” award at Toastmasters
27: I’m in Toastmasters. And it was a speech about my mom.
So allegedly, 27 in winning.
Any ideas on a comeback in 5 days are welcomed.
*I said that in my best Mike Goldberg announcer voice. I think he would be impressed.