Be sure to click on over to Diet Pop Culture to wish Jaclyn a happy birthday.
My gender gap cohort hits the big 4-0 this Monday (if it were 2023). Happy Birthday, Jaclyn!!!!
Last year, a group of us went out, threw darts and emptied a keg or three in her honor. I believe I hit stage 3. (Read this for more on that). Jaclyn was well into stage 4.
While the group will be smaller this time, I still vow to do my part on the keg.
Not wanting to sound like an old man, but I remember those good old days when birthdays meant something. I remember being very happy at 21 and depressed at 29.
I didn’t do too badly on No. 30. Of course, two months later I had a heart attack, so that didn’t sit too well, but it did make No. 31 all the happier.
In February, I hit 39 and handled it far better than I handled 29. Maybe I am more grateful. I have a beautiful wife, three great kids at home, one angel in heaven, a mom in good health, an older brother who finally is taking better care of himself, three hounds and a semi-psychotic cat.
What more could I want?
And in my defense, that was the one and only time I’ve ever wandered into stage 4. I typically don’t even leave stage 2.
