I'm 39.
Almost 40.
I act considerably more ... immature.
But I'm here none-the-less.
Mortgage, 2 kids, 2 cars, credit cards, swing set, job, deadlines, sensible shoes, vitamins, laptop: these are the trappings of my grown-up life.
I complain, whine, bitch, moan, rage against various machines but wouldn't have it any other way.
Thanks for being my friend.
Thanks for coming along on this crazy ride with me.
Thanks for helping to make Oklahoma a place I could be happy to live.
Happy birthday to me, indeed. :)
XOXO