It's my birthday, today.
Yes, March 8, 1966 was a good year for babies.
And as you may or may not know, I celebrate by telling everyone I know. If I'm in line at Target, I tell the people in front of me and behind me.
It's really amazing what happens when you tell people it's your birthday. They wish you a happy birthday. It's totally awesome.
And let's face it, the best part is being alive for another year.
Hands down.
I am keeping my fingers crossed that I get to be really old and wrinkled.
