Birth-iversary

Today I celebrate my 34th birthday.

And my eight year Anniversary.

Guys...don't do this. I completely suck when it comes to remembering dates. I thought I'd be slick and get married on my birthday so that I'd never forget the day. Stupid.

Do you know why? Because it's not my day anymore. Sure, that's completely selfish...but, hey that's what a Birthday is about. The wifey has been really good about making sure that I get more "attention"...more so this year than in the past. Still, I miss it just being about me.

In hindsight, I would've been screwed anyway: My son's birthday is tomorrow.

That's it...I'm spent. I was going to go on for a few more pages on this, but I'm done like a dinner. One of the presents I got for my birth-iversary this year was a cold and it's whoopin my ass somethin' fierce. I'll try to update this sorry assed blog in the next couple of days.

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