Not Sure About The Wiser Part

I'm not staying long today. I know you're wondering why, so I might as well tell you. Today is my birthday. Yes, I am another year older. You know what they. You're not getting older, you're getting closer to death.

Normally my birthday sends me into a funk. Instead of basking in the glory of me, I focus on goals that haven't been met, dreams that are dead or dying and that fact that I'll never bed a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader. Truth be told, I don't care much about the last one. I'll just buy "Wife" a costume, feed her some margaritas then I'll don my Tom Landry fedora and go to town. I think it's part of my proud Irish heritage to dwell on the negative.

This year I made an effort to enjoy the day a little more. "Wife" played hooky and spent the day with me. I don't know if it was love or a suicide watch, but either way it was fun. We saw a movie and tonight "Wife", "Daughter" and I went out for a nice dinner. Now there's rumor of an ice cream cake. I'm so happy I shouldn't be wearing pants. I haven't had any sweets since Lent started so I'll probably go into a sugar coma.

I have a lot to be grateful for this year, but I won't bore you with the details. I still have my boyish good looks, my quick wit and the ability to be completely full of bull at the drop of a hat. (see: boyish good looks) I'm off. The ladies are calling me in for cake. Later...Brian