Today is my birthday. I'm 55. The ol' double-nickle. My youngest son keeps telling me that now I can order off the back of the menu in most resturants. He's such a wise-a** :)
I've always had a problem with my birthday. When I was younger it was too close to Christmas. I don't know how many times some relative has handed me something at Christmas and said, "This is for Christmas and your birthday." Everybody else in the family had two separate days, mine were rolled into one.
As I've gotten older I've disliked it because it's too close to the start of the year. It seems I no sooner turn the calendar than I'm another year older, and the good Lord knows that happens quick enough.
I guess Freud could have a field day with either one of those statements. :)
So, what does this have to do with this blog? Not much, except I know you guys can feel my pain, so to speak. If you're not already 55, you will be soon, and we can all cry in our beer together. :)
Cheers!
2 comments:
55 - not a bad number! I'll be there the end of January. You know, we either get older or die young. I prefer to get older! Happy birthday, Doug.
I won't be 55 for 8 more months happy birthday doug
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