So today’s my birthday. I’m ancient.
I don’t celebrate my birthday. One of my voice students the other day asked me why. I told her that before I got married it was because I didn’t like the feeling of growing older. Now it’s because my wife celebrates it enough for both of us:
Or, if you wanna send me money for some new underwear, my paypal is firstname.lastname@example.org. By all means, send me some universal gift cards. I’ll use them on an oil change. Adult liiiiiiife!
Or…if people donate to me, I might take the wife to dinner and get her something nice. I can’t think of anything better for my birthday than making her happy and spending time with her. Ugh, I’m giving myself diabetes. Good thing she’s gonna be a doctor.