I was born in 1975. Subtract the 20 and carry the one and… count the toes, and that makes me thirty-two. (32)
I’m forgiven for forgetting your birthday that time, right?
Love, your daughter who isn’t lying about her age just quite yet.
P.S. The card is lovely, though.
P.S.S. I appreciate it and I did get the thirty-one dollars for starbucks.
P.S.S.S.P.S.P.S. If I had to pick an age to lie about, it would probably be twenty eight? Or even thirty? Or, hell, maybe thirty-one but I’d also lie and say I was a former playboy bunny and HAHAHA this is what happens when you turn thirty-one you skinny bitches.
PSPSPS S S S S S S. But I don’t think anyone would believe me anyway.