I haven’t posted much lately — you know how it is, busy busy busy. But today is special – my lovely wife turns 40. It’s clear that 40 will be much better than 39:
39 ended with catching a nasty summer cold and fever.
40 begins with recovering from a nasty summer cold and fever.
39 ended with our crawlspace being infested with rats.
40 begins with the rats on the run.
39 ended with a clunky old car (until last month).
40 begins with a cool new pimped out ride (last month)
39 ended with a dreaded milestone birthday looming.
40 begins with the next dreaded milestone birthday a full decade away.
Happy birthday, babe.
The Unfocused Life 