Yup. Last year as a thirty-something. I'm looking forward to getting it over with and getting to a
real age.
Pretty busy today, but I've made time to go see Cars and then get some chicken-fried-chicken at the Cracker Barrel.
Silly, I know, but I hardly ever go there and for some reason it seems comforting. Maybe it's all the rocking chairs for sale on the porch.
Thanks.
