That’s how old I am today.
It’s sort of a landmark for me – 52 will be too – because by the time my mother was 47 she’d had major surgery to repair a burst aeortal aneurysm. She was dead of a heart attack 2 months after her 51st birthday.
And while I have another anniversary to celebrate tomorrow, let me just say that I’m tickled pink to have made it to 47 with all of my innards in tact and functioning more or less properly. *raises coffee cup* Here’s to another 47.
Have a lovely day, y’all.