Yesterday was my dad's birthday. So far, I think he had a good one. I think I only managed to embarrass him maybe five times. So while I was thinking of good and bad birthdays, the bad ones got funnier.
So I have tried to avoid talking about turning 50. I wanted no big deal made of it, just wanted to get through it. As a matter of fact on my birthday I didn't do anything. I just sat around with my kids and told them about the old days, you know, walking to school 20 miles up hill both ways, etc.