I must have had 10 different ideas for posts in the last week, but as I am sitting here typing I can remember none of them.
Today is Bill's birthday! We took him to see a movie (Golden Compass since FanBoys blew it and didn't bother to release this week. The party was supposed to be a STARWARS theme and they ruined it) and lunch at Chili's which has good hot wings.
He turned 30! I've always teased him about being an "old" man (you know, a whole 4 1/2 years older than me). Now we've entered a whole new dimension of teasing. I mean, the man is no longer in his twenties...
Not that it feels like we've got such a gap. But it does seem a little strange he is 30. Don't you remember being just a little teen and heck even 25 seemed so nice and adult? Well it turns out it's NOT. But 35 . . . now that has got to be the end all . . . .;)
*If you don't know where my title line comes from you just don't hang out with enough Star Wars geeks and therefore watch ENDLESS numbers of parodys. Go forth and find them.
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