On Sunday I was thirty-nine. On Monday I turned thirty-ten. Odd, I didn't feel any different, starting my 5th decade of life and all.
My dad brought three cakes into the staff lounge before school. Students had notes for me on the whiteboard--they couldn't miss the balloons my dad had brought. After school my sister picked me up and we went downtown for browsing, eating, a little drinking, and a lot of talking. I got home around 10:30.
It was a good day.
Happy Birthday, Belatedly. The big four-OH eh. Time to buy a convertable or a big red pickup. I had to settle on a small red pickup, but very useful for hauling firewood.
fun story about getting excused from Frosh roundup duty.
oh, so those were YOUR balloons eh? i thought maybe you were surprising a neighboring teacher or somethin. well, i have recently turned 18, so we both hit landmarks in the same month. Whooptie doo!
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