This weekend we went to a million birthday parties and some of them were mine. I turned 39 on Friday. Yep. THIRTHY NINE! I am that much closer to forty. I see a lot of forty year olds who look great. They look fit and healthy. That's not me. Not so fit and healthy.We went to Will's party on Saturday. He is one. Sunday was Sarah's party. She is three. They are just starting out and still at an age where one more birthday mean loads more presents. I suppose I shouldn't totally complain about getting older. I was able to buy a new camera lens with all the money my family so kindly gave me for surviving another year. Hell, they're probably just relieved that I'm not on welfare.
Here they are with their cakes. Will, Sarah and me. Okay I'm not really in the photo with my 'cake' but since I took the picture that would have been a little tricky:
