Hey peeps! It’s my birthday today. Uh-uh, uh-uh!!!
My niece asked me how old I was and I answered her the age of Jesus when he died. She laughed at me and said – « Why is it that you can’t answer a simple question like everyone else? » Ha ha, maybe because I’m not like everyone else! I answered back to her.
Growing up eating breakfast was not my thing at all. I can still remember my father forcing me to drink hot milk before going to school. It was just horrible! I remembered I liked breakfast when I was on holiday and he used to bitch about that because he didn’t understand why I ate breakfast on vacation and not school days. Anyways, that was just the way it was.