Happy Birthday to me! Okay, and happy birthday to my brother Tom who turned 50 a few weeks ago. But mostly happy birthday to me!
I turned 44 years old today. Didn’t Stevie Nicks sing something about the edge of 44? Or maybe I’m thinking of that song that goes “she’s sexy and 44.” I know 80’s hair bands had all sorts of songs about being 44, but the titles escape me at the moment.
My sister and brothers and their families came over for lunch today. I made my siblings all recreate some pictures of birthdays past. I’m such a pain in the ass.
We laughed about Susan’s cool pants, and Bill’s cutting edge mohawk. “Tom and I were both supposed to get one, but Tom backed out.” I think Tom made a wise choice.
Tom, forever and always a Cowboys fan, looked at the middle picture and said, “I was sick that year. I even look sick. I remember they had to wake me up for this picture. Mom and dad took us to K-mart, and I ate a rotten K-mart hot dog.”
All of my siblings are over 50 years old now, but they are all still a bunch of dorks.
And I love them.