That's right. I had my 33rd birthday and it was pretty darn good. Dee took the day off and we went to breakfast and did some Christmas shopping. It was fun to be on a date with out kids for the morning.
I'm sure there's an age where I'm not supposed to admit how old I am but I'm also sure I haven't hit it yet. So far I'm liking it so I might as well live it proud! I've never felt so old as the year I was 29 and the Young Women in my class at church (13 year olds) said, "WOW Sister Treadway! I would NEVER have guessed you were THAT OLD!!!" I told them thanks and they weren't really helping AT ALL.
Back to the fire truck...
My best friend's husband is a fireman and we all went to dinner but he had to work. After dinner we went to the firehouse so we could have cake together and he let us go down the slide (faster than poles I guess?) and sit in the truck and turn on the lights. I guess turning 33 can be just as much fun as turning 5. It's all about perspective! :]
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