Well, I’m officially 34 now. Thirty-freaking-four years old…
I remember when my dad was 34 years old, and it doesn’t seem all that long ago. That was back in 1981 when my schooling was just getting started in a tiny, private elementary school called Strickland.
I’ve got nothing special planned for today. I’m thinking of heading to the lake this weekend with some close friends and family if the weather is nice.
Last year’s birthday sucked donkeys because no one was free to get together, so I sat at home and watched TV. Pathetic. Hopefully this year will be more eventful and fun.
It’s amazing how fast the time goes by. I still can’t believe I will be celebrating my 25th anniversary, in a few months.
Have a happy birthday, and don’t watch TV. There’s nothing on anyway. Really.