Here’s to those reminders that time is not quite the warm fuzzy companion of our playful youth. I’m 33 now… but far be it for me to complain, since the elder ones in my family would read my would-be lamentations and scoff. When you feel like the years are creeping up on you, remember to count your blessings, and be thankful to God that you’ve gotten this far in the smidgen of eternity that we call “human life”. Hey, if you’re thirty-something and 1) still have most of your head hair, 2) haven’t gotten a beer gut, 3) don’t need glasses and 4) have a beautiful wife to share your time with, then you’ve got something good going on!
Here’s my thanks to everyone for wishing me a Happy Birthday!
Cheers!!
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