20 September 2012
I realized today, on this auspicious anniversary of my birth, that I have now spent more than half my life with the stunningly patient and mighty fine SML. Do you know what a good thing that is? It is a very good thing. I can't imagine celebrating this day with anyone else.
I've hardly had time to wax philosophical or contemplate what it means to be another year older. I don't older. I rarely do. No self-respecting 46 year old should laugh as hard as I do watching "Dodgeball." Seeing that kid getting nailed in the face by a wrench never get old. Never. Ever.
So I'm one year older. Hoping that I'm getting better with age. I sure hope so.