The Little 3-0
I made it beachcombers. The little 3-0. Little because there isn’t anything about me that’s big. So much for live fast die young. I now look forward to getting older and being able to ram others with my grocery cart in Wal-mart and never having to apologize for it. Aging is fun if you let it be.
Happy Birthday, my dear! When do we get to see pictures of the previously planned tat?
I assume that’s you, Cyan. No tat. (No money). Maybe at 40.
Oops. That was me…
I understand about the no money thing. Someday, that rich uncle will come bearing gifts for frivolous persuits like tattoos. You might have to take the evil castle with it, though.
Buon Compleanno! It’s about damn time you got old like the rest of us!