3, 2, 1, and we're back at Sunday, March the 7th. Oh my gosh, I can't believe my

birthdays in two days. I know. As I looked at the calendar on my IMAQ, I just realized it's in

two days. I've completely, basically forgotten about it. I don't think, though I truthfully think

like people sometimes as they are our age or I should say my age

because you're actually your age because you've decided you're officially 35 that's right okay good

I tried that out on somebody the other night too well and they totally believable you look 35

which I appreciate well you do with makeup on anyway but yeah yeah well I'm not saying, who cares about how I look, frankly.

I mean, I'm not really concerned whether I look my age or not.

That doesn't really enter into my mind.

But the bottom line is, is that it is kind of funny that sometimes people will bemoan growing

older.

And I, the first thought that pops in my mind every time I see even men or women not wanting to share their age. I'm like, dude, it is so much better than the alternative, right?

It is.

Another birthday is a reason to celebrate because it's better than, you know, not having another

birthday to celebrate.

So from my perspective, I appreciate the, you know, I appreciate all the happy birthdays that I

know are coming our way.

Last year, you and I had like over a thousand between Facebook and Instagram.

Yeah.

You liked all that?

Oh, you know, I think it's nice.

I like to celebrate their birthdays and it's just all, you know, it's fun.

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