Every year, the same thing. Twenty-nine. After about sixteen, I was over birthdays. … and that was during a time when one had a birthday. Now, evidently, people have a birthday-week. I haven’t wrapped my head around that one.
Great day today. But everyday is pretty great. Though today, I brought out the big bah-loons. And listened to Katy Perry ( please say that with a French accent ) without the lyrics. After a few notes, you deduce all pop to Garage Band ( free with Mac products ).