It's my birthday today.....and I'm fifty. How did that happen?????
Thinking about it though, my forties were, with one exception (Princess being born) the shittiest decade of my life. So much for life beginning at forty, pah. We moved to this house the summer of 1998 when the boys were four and two, and Robbie got diagnosed the following summer with all that it entailed. And there have been other bad things as well, lots of stress, lots of tears. It's not been a happy decade.
So fifty is not as bad as all that, belive me. Here's to a better next ten years, eh?