It's my birthday, too, yeah. 35 today. Not as old as the BQP (he's ancient, for the love of Pete), but starting to get up there nonetheless. When I was a kid, I thought 35 was Methusa-like. (Methusala, Methusa-like, get it?) As I get older, particularly when I see my Mom and Jen's parents doing things like they too were in their 30s, I feel like I've got a lot of prime years left. Although, when I asked Hailey and Rachel (my almost 6 year old and 4 1/2 year old) to hazard a guess as to how old I was, Hailey volunteered "54?", and Rachel followed up with "61! No! 41!" Sam (my 2 year-old) just said, "You old, Daddy?"
I'm not really one to dwell on my age, and the fact of the matter is, while I have a few more aches and pains when I run or play basketball, I'm still enjoying myself...
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