Monday was my birthday. Woo-hoo!
I vowed to stop counting birthdays after age 25. Then I realized that if I was ever to become president of the U.S., I needed to be 35. So, I kept counting. I'm not really sure why I'm still doing it now.
But I had a great day. Dinner with my wonderful family. A little festivity at my new job. Got gift certificates for some new clothes (for said job) and for some new books (for non-said brain!).
Guess I better keep counting to 65. I gotta retire sometime, right?
But, then, there's always the lottery!
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So, happy birthday.
When you gonna post again? When you're 37?!?
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