June already! My friend Cindy called today saying just that, and we cackled like old women and talked about how as we age the time goes faster and faster.
"Remember when you used to say, I'm five AND A HALF!"? she said.
I do remember.
And I remember thinking, boy, I'm eleven years old now. That's getting up there. That's more or less a teenager. I couldn't wait to be a teenager and drink cherry Coke at the drugstore and have a boyfriend with a ducktail and a fast car and a key chain with a funky fob. I thought cool would automatically descend upon me.I'm, uh, still waiting on that one.