What's in store for my next half century?
I celebrated my birthday last week in case you missed it. Didn't really make a lot of fanfare about it, unlike everything else that happens in my life. I only acknowledged it after the fact. But I made sure to mention that I had dessert, because you know that's kind of one of my things, people eating cake, instead of that mean old Michelle Obama who wants everyone to eat broccoli.
(Dang though, her arms are amazing, aren't they? I don't look half that good in a tank top.)