Not the answer to the ultimate question of Life, the Universe and Everything, it is however how old I am now (yesterday being my birthday). I’m not sure at what age one starts to feel like an adult, but I don’t think I’m there yet. It does sound old though, guess one saving grace is I’m not forty yet – now *that* sounds old. (Sorry Wouter)
I may be getting older, but I still love birthdays and I had a good one yesterday. In fact you know how special you are when, in no particular order, you get birthday sms wishes from:
Your medical aid
Your chronic medical aid
Your cellphone service provider
One of your many clothing store accounts
Warms the cockles of ones heart, that does. *grin*
Ah, and Spikey was back last night, so I’m guessing the territory war is back on.
One other thing before I rush off to my week long training session, do not wear a practically brand new jacket, assist with lugging a jacuzzi from one part of the house to another, past an unbeknown to you, freshly painted wall. The paint doesn’t come out. *sigh*