I'm 46, for the record. Forty-seven in five months.
Today my husband handed me an AARP card. He's 50 and got one around his birthday. Apparently I get one as The Spouse.
The letter with which it arrived asks me to 'try it' at Borders. I'm not anxious to do that. I will own ribbing Vic about his un-asked-for AARP membership. Now I get it. It's not so much fun to be included, having never requested to be in this particular club.
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