1968

I'm not ashamed to announce that tomorrow is my 37th birthday so let me hear it. None of you know my address so I will eventually forgive the massive lack of presents.

I will get my yearly phone call from my mother who will tell me that she remembers watching Johnny Carson when she went into labor and how I was such a beautiful baby.

Then she will claim she was 3 years old since she is 40 now.

I will remind my Dad in about a month that it was my birthday in November and I will get chastised for not reminding him. Then he will promise to send a card or something, of which I will never see.

I will get 5 phonecalls from my wife's family (she's the oldest of 5 so the other4 will call plus her parents).

I will get Power Point presentations from the kids and of course, Buster will nudge me in the crotch like a damn dolphin. I know this becasue it will not only be my birthday, but a normal day.

Then I will bitch and moan about having to accept that I'm no longer in my mid-thirties but then I will realize that not only did I make it to 37 but I'm only 37.

It will be a happy birthday.