Today's my birthday. I just wish I had the hair that grew on my head 45 years ago. Halfway down my back, and the chicks loved to run their eager fingers through it. (sigh) Now my significant other's more apt to break a nail doing that, assuming she can find any besides what's down in my nether regions, and hell, that's gray. :-(- At least I know I'll have a spectacular evening in the sack tonight. After every Rockets win, every win on trivia night at the pub, and for sure on my birthday. Ain't life grand?
Happy Birthday, Deckard. All you kids posting how you're awesome are funny. "I'm young but look younger and my girl is younger than I look." Getting old ain't s' bad. One day you won't feel the need to compensate for whatever it is that makes you say such things.... so you have that to look forward to.
