Today is my 68th birthday. I never thought I’d live this long, nor did I ever especially want to. But now that I have, I kind of like it and hope I’ll live at least a little longer, if only to see if there is any improvement in our society when Bush leaves office.
Considering the alternative I don’t blame you. Happy Birthday to you.
Happy B-day!
May it be filled with cake and nice wombats.
Once upon a time I could not conceive being my age, let alone any older. Now that I’m here being older seems more realistic. Here’s to an age that you still cannot conceive and the day you reach it.
Happy Birthday
Happy Bday!
I’m only 5.5 years behind you, and I didn’t think I’d live this long either.
Happy Birthday! I’m glad you want to hang out a while longer.
Happy birthday! You share a birthday with my son (he’s 21 today)!
Happy Birthday you old codger. What’s it like being old?.
said moi who is a mere 66
Thanks for the good wishes. I was in a sour mood this morning but I’m feeling better now. There just seems to be something about turning 68 that I just don’t like. As I told my Darling Marcie, being 69 has an element of humor to it and turning 70 seems like a real milestone. Being 68, though, is kind of blah: its a nothing sort of number although I lived through some interesting times just getting to it.
Rascal’s Mom, please extend my congratulations to your son; it seems a very short time ago that I was twenty-one and now my own son is twenty-eight. Tempus fugits in a very real way.
Me: Honey, let’s try a 68 tonight.
Wife: A 68? What the heck is that?
Me: Simple, you do me and I’ll owe you one.
Happy birthday. I’m glad you have someone to share it with. It kind of boggles the mind to think of the things you have seen.
Damn kids. Get off my lawn and take your cane with you.
Being old sucks and that’s about it.