Yes, this is the same post as last year, I did this for two reasons:
1.I still feel the same way
Today is my birthday.
Yeah…Yeah…Happy Friggen’ Birthday to me, I guess.
Birthdays use to make me real happy!
Birthday cake, ice cream, balloons, noise makers, toys, and another year closer to adulthood.
Then I became an adult.
Being an adult-sucks!
As a kid, I thought , when I’m an adult I’ll get to do anything I want to!
You do not get to do everything you want to-in fact you hardly get to do anything you want to!
This is compounded if you have kids and have to be a role model!
Being a role model sucks!!
You have to watch you language-you don’t want little Billy or little Suzy to go up to Grammie, after have been offered an apple, grinning like a Cheshire cat saying, “Damn it, Grammie- I wanted a cookie, what the hell is this?!”
Now ,that my kids are older, I can relax a little.
But, you really never get away from it.
After I joined Twitter and found that my son had “followed” me, I realized that I was going to have to behave.
You have to think over your choices carefully, gone is the spontaneity of youth and all its zany stupidity!
You have obligations now-obligations-you guessed it-suck!
But, the very worst thing about birthdays is that you get another year older!
Getting another year older-stinks!
You thought I was gonna say sucks again, didn’t you?
Well, you are right, it does!