Today is a fateful day. It is the last day of being in my twenties. Tonight we are headed to "the big city" to do some Christmas shopping.
The birthday plan goes thusly:
1. Wake up when I wake up.
2. Eat when I feel like eating.
3. Go where we end up going.
4. Eat lunch at Tucanos and do my best not to gorge myself.
5. Complain to Amy because she let me eat too much.
6. Do whatever else we end up doing.
Oh my next thirty years, I'm gonna watch my weight
Eat a few more salads and not stay up so late
Drink a little lemonade and not so many Dr. Peppers
Maybe I'll survive my next thirty years
My next thirty years will be the best years of my life
Raise a little family and hang out with my wife
Spend precious moments with the ones that I hold dear
Make up for lost time here, in my next thirty years
In my next thirty years.
That's all I have to add to this subject for now. It's time to pack up and leave for the citay.
2 comments:
Happy Birthday, Steve! Have an extra slab of beef for me.
Good gosh almighty, I remember the day that Tim McGraw song made sense to me. After my 30th, of course.
Naturally, I failed miserably at most of the resolutions in the song. Except for the beer.
Just wait till you get old like your father in law Marvin and have to sing about the fifty years. Hope you have a great 30
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