OK, yesterday, but yesterday I was really down because my son wasn’t there for the birthday, and didn’t feel like posting, but I’m feeling better today.
I’m old now! This is great, I get excuses for why I can’t use the latest technology. I don’t have to worry if I can’t drink everyone under the table, and I can lose at sports to these whippersnappers.
This has been the best and worst year of my life. Let’s see what next year brings.
Happy birthday for yesterday! Enjoy the fact that you can now be a grumpy old git!
No, you get off my lawn, you young whippersnapper, you. (OK, I’m only 4 years older than you, but still…) My brother is a marathoner and actually enjoys milestone birthdays that move him into the next age bracket.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
Hope the good things vastly outnumber the bad in the coming year.
GT
45 is swell!
(It sounds especially swell to someone who is about to become 52.)
Happy Birthday! Now git off’n mah lawn afore I whack you with mah cane you dand whippersnapper!
-swampbear (52. Hmmph! Youngins today!)
Happy Birthday, sir!
hands TP some chocolatey presents and hurriedly gets her 38yo ass off his lawn
Happy Birthday!
insolently inches her own damn walker onto TP’s lawn
twicks, 51
Happy birthday. Welcome to curmudgeonness.
Forty-five???
Just go naff-off and come back when you’ve got a few more years under 'yer belt mister.
Gawd, the young people of today really piss me off with their sense of entitlement!!
Wishing you a good day, a good year and a great life. 