Three weeks ago, I went to my first birthday celebration. It was a dear friend from high school, now turned 40. At this gathering, I met people I hadn't seen in over 20 years!! Lost years for me, but I'm not complaining.
Tonight my sister celebrated her 39th, at her in-laws' home. Again, it was a nice time for general companionship and conversation. My sister opened her presents, and there was a modest cake.
Nobody's head has been severed as a result of either of these celebrations, and the world didn't end.
I just had a couple of very nice, memorable occasions.
GopherWhy shouldn't truth be stranger than fiction? Fiction, after all, has to make sense.
Mark Twain (1835-1910)