It’s that time again. I’m gonna make you listen to this song:
Yeah, you guessed it. It’s my birthday. I am, not surprisingly since I have been blogging under the stupid blog name FiftyFourAndAHalf for 5 and a half years, well, I’m older today.
Old. Probably older than you; probably shorter than you, too. Life just ain’t fair. I’m older and shorter than people I can’t even see…
Today is my 60th birthday. I’m not a big fan of my birthday, for reasons you can find here: Still, it’s a day. A decade. Something to celebrate with my husband and son and good food and cake. Gotta have cake.
And it’s something that is way better than the alternative. Yup. Way better.
To the handful who have been along with me since I was, actually 54-1/2, thanks for all the times we’ve laughed and cried together. To my new blogging buddies, welcome again. Thank you for stopping by; I hope you stick around.
Blogging has been a wonderfully fun way to spend time over these last 5-1/2 years, and counting, cause I’m not planning to stop. I see no reason to stop.
Because people my age are getting gross. So what else can we do?
Love you guys!