Happy birthday! I hope you get your pit thread, if that’s what you really want. 
Happy Birthday! One of the best things about getting older is not caring nearly so much what other people think of you. Very liberating!
My dad turned fifty about a week ago. One of his friends mentioned something about feeling old, and he replied:
“Well, I don’t mind. I can use the steak and champagne rule now.”
Friend asks: “What’s the steak and champagne rule?”
Dad replies: “After you turn fifty you can steak and champagne for dinner every night!”
So, koeeoaddi enjoy the steak and champagne.
Happy Birthday.
I’m just a few years from the big FiveO and I’m rather looking forward to it. Hell, even Oprah rocks after 50~
Congrats. 'Course, I turned 52 on the 12th, and celebrated by running my third triathlon a week later. ;j
Go out and get yourself one of those t-shirts that says “This is What 60 Looks Like!” People will tell you you look great for sixty.
So, you going to join AARP?
I have two years on you. It’s not bad except everyone else thinks you are an old fart. And all your friends die.
But I like my slippers. 
Feh. I got in just by being married to a geezer. I find it geared more toward old people with expendable cash than it is toward the People Who Didn’t Plan So Well Club ™, of which I am a charter member. I read an issue of their magazine a while back, and it’s very interesting.
There are discounts to be gained by flashing the AARP card around. The membership fee is cheap and I figured I’ve more than recouped it in the year and change I’ve been using it. Then again, being the cheap bastid that I am, I’ll take every discount I can find.
I say go for it and sign up. Twicks who knows, your local pharmacy might even give ya a discount on Clearisil. 
Wishing you a good day, a good year and a great life. 
Okay, I’m going to count that as 1-1/2 votes “for” and no votes completely “against”, so I’ll send in the $12.50.
Whoa. Dada middle age. I like it!
Happy Birthday koeeoaddi. I’m sorry that I was at the beach on the big day and have to post belatedly. But you can take solace in the fact (as I’m sure you’ve pointed out before) that you’ll always be younger than me. Cheers and welcome to the club.
I guess after all these yes votes, I’ll have to drag that aarp envelope out of the drawer and rethink.
Happy birthday!
sprays champagne everywhere Happy birthday! smooch
Thanks again, you guys!
As a little exta sweet icing on the old broad’s cake this year one of my 20-something co-worker’s said on hearing I turned 50 “No way, ko. You must, like, eat right or not smoke or something. You look way younger than my mom.”
You turn 50, you just live for moments like that.
By one year and ten months. 