My family celebrated my 32nd Birthday this weekend.
That number sounds sticky.
It gets balled up in the space between my cheek and gums and gives me dry mouth.
Sometimes when I start to say it out loud I get shivers, pee a little, and pass out.
I start to think about my future break down at age 36; the one where I perm my hair and tattoo eye liner on.
32 means further away from “The Big 3-0” and closer to “eeeewwwwwwww”
It’s not even a real number.
I miss 27
Do you have a favourite age?