Today is my last day of being 40. Somehow that depresses me more than the last day of 39. Not sure why. (Wait, I know, ...no big huge party this weekend.)
My friend Chris Callaghan lost his election, of course (the words "sacrificial lamb" have been bandied about at various times during his campaign). His concession speech was vintage Chris - jokes like "Well, I guess my wife is going to have to continue to drive herself around." The thing that annoys me is that he was making jokes the entire time, and yet the Times Useless showed a photo of him looking incredibly downcast. Hello! Tell the actual story... not the one you want to portray (of a befuddled, downcast, losing candidate....)
But if you voted, that's GOOD. The process works. Not always 100% smoothly...(WTF, why is it so hard to have electronic voting machines that work right, when I can buy a corndog and a pepsi damn near anywhere in the country with a tiny piece of plastic...)
If you didn't vote, get your act together and vote next year. When I'm 41. :::sulk::::
5 comments:
You're only as old as you act - so you go girl.
Guess that makes Shamus about 7.
Happy Early Birthday!
Mine was this past Saturday, to which my oldest daughter asked how old I was. When I replied, she said "Oh... I thought you were like 50 or something".
I'll sure miss her while she's off to the nunery. ;-)
thanks Shamus! Wait, are you saying I'm immature?? LOL
Sgt., my daughter was the one who smirked and said to me "Are you enjoying your last day of being FOURTY?" There I was, just minding my own business.... sigh.
many happy returns of the day!
It's not so bad. You get used to the aches and pains.
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