Yesterday it was my birthday,
I hung one more year on the line;
I should be depressed, my life’s a mess,
But I’m having a good time.
Yesterday it was my birthday, and if the birthday cards are correct I’ve hung a total of fifty years on the line. Maybe I should be depressed, but I’m not. And maybe my life should be a mess, but it doesn’t feel that way. Am I having a good time? You betcha. And the next time I post on this blog I’m sure you will notice a difference in the amount of wisdom I am able to share, because if you don’t get wiser as you get older, then really,
What’s the point?
P.S. Thanks to the many of you who have sent good wishes my way. The birthday cards and Facebook greetings have been much appreciated, and I’m working my way through that jar of fifty cookies (Marge) one delicious bite at a time.