Happy birthday, Happy birthday ...
Happy birthday to me!
Yep. Here it is. The big 5-0.
I guess I'm officially old now.
I will take this as permission to now yell at the neighborhood kids to get off my lawn.
Oh, wait, I was already doing that ...
Hmmm. Maybe this means I have to start watching "Murder, She Wrote"? Wait, I think that went off the air ... Is Angela Lansbury even still alive?
Am I supposed to start eating prunes now? Eating dinner at four o'clock? Wearing sweatshirts that say, "Ask me about my grandkids"? I DON'T KNOW.
I guess somebody forgot to give me the manual - What the hell DO old people do, anyway?
Besides bitch at the neighborhood kids, that is. I'm already QUITE good at that.