Last week I received a small manilla envelope in the mail from my husband’s bank. I thought it was a birthday card because I’m turning 55 soon.
Even though I have never received mail addressed to me alone I was excited. Who doesnt like opening up birthday mail?
Pictured below is what I received.
Not exactly was I was hoping for.
I’m going to be 55. Not 60 or 70. I feel that this is something that my mom should get.
I dont feel like I’m 55. I feel like 35 or 40. I dont look my age, but some days my body sure feels my age reminding me that I’m no spring chicken.
But the Golden Years Club?
I’m not joining the club. I’m not ready to take bus trips with seniors I dont know, but I will asked about discounts at my bank.
Maybe turning 55 won’t be so bad if I get free stuff!