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 
A very happy birthday to her! I’m not sure I like my 40’s yet (don’t tell her that part) but I’ve only been slogging around in this particular decade for a few years. Perhaps it’ll improve. Like wine and cheese.
I would like to add that having known Siren for nearly two decades (!), she is even more fabulous now than she was when I met her. Happy Birthday to Siren! I’ll be back next week to wish you the same.
You’re a glass half full kind of person, at least today! I love the phrase “rats on the run.” It sounds like it should be the name of something.
Thanks for the birthday wishes, one and all – the Siren appreciates them.
Happy Birthday to you wife!
Does the tricked out ride have spinning rims and a bunch of neon? That’s what all the women like.
All that, plus the Playb0y bunny mudflaps.
Happy birthday! :)
Thank you, everyone. And especially to Mr. Unfocused, who will join me on the other side of the 40 divide very, very soon.