Wednesday, February 06, 2008

38th Parallel

I'm officially 38. Deb and I went out for my obligatory "free" steak dinner and meringue-covered flaming brownie on the 5th, and also went to church. Why? To vote, of course. (Yes, I voted for Ron Paul. No, I don't agree with him on everything. I just agree with him on the things that matter most to me. So there.)

This is one of the reasons why I know I'm spiraling towards 40. I'm talking politics. Add the grey hairs, and the dull ache that's been in my knee for two days now, and I'm a regular crotchety old man. If I had a lawn, I'd be yelling at the kids to stay the hell off of it. Then again, since it's Arizona, if I had a lawn I'd be knocking the little bastards into the cacti. (cactuses. cactoozles.)

The birthday festivities will consist of leftovers, work, and a heating pad and/or ice on my knee. If I can keep the face-to-face human contact down to just my wife, it'll be the best birthday ever.


Dzeni said...

Happy birthday! You are looking good. Sorry to hear about the knee though.

Sam said...

Happy birthday, again, Wontar! And thanks for sharing the photo!

Wontar said...

Thanks, Dzeni! I'm not too worried about my knee. I've got another one. :)

Thanks, Sam! Brain bleach available upon request.

gwen said...

Happy birthday! Stay metal.