Today I make it to my 45th birthday. Or as I call it, the start of my 46th year. As I say every year – who knew I’d make it this long? Certainly not me. I should have been dead at least three times over.
Maybe it is a special post.
I think I have a few reasons while I’m still here: the man. the cats. the friends. Not necessarily in that order – but possibly. I guess we shouldn’t rule out a whole lot of luck.
At first I was thinking 45 is not a milestone birthday, but really – which one isn’t? That you can make 365 days without taking the big dirt nap should be celebrated.
So what are we doing? Doubtful we’re doing anything. I could be wrong and get surprised. Our big thing is doing a dinner out. We strive for doing a place neither of us has been before. But we rarely make it on the actual day. I will assume in the next weekend or two we’ll get there.
….then and maybe then, I’ll frickin’ Twitter it.
Song by: Laurie Anderson