Yesterday, in my own mind, "50" was the new "90" . . . I felt a bit down. My family threw me a pre-party on Tuesday night which helped . . . but, I just couldn't get over this impending gloom. Then, this morning I get a box full of money, gift cards, a cool home-made card, candy . . . coffee, donuts . . . everyone tellin' me jokes and wishing me a Happy Birthday - It was really nice - and I feel a whole lot better.
Ready to do wheelies again. Age is just a number everyone . . . I need a good iron to get these bills flat !