I turned fifty last week. Or as we like to say in my room, fitty. I’d like to think that’s accurate too. Although, my sister-in-law gave me a big sticker to wear at my (surprise) party that said, “I’m 5 Today!” That’s probably most accurate. Then she went and wrote “decades” in small print under the five.
D’oh.
My nephew was over playing my pinball machine this weekend. My wife had told him that she got it for my 50th birthday.
“I can’t wait ’til I’m 50.” He’s 21, and he was totally serious. His girlfriend said the same thing. So did another nephew.
Who knew fitty could be so desirable? All it takes is the right toys.
Meanwhile, I’m feeling closer to 100 after this weekend. I will see you all on Wednesday.
Here are a couple of books to check out. I especially liked Downtown Owl.
Downtown Owl
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer. Narrated by a precocious nine-year old, who isn’t too annoying. Very touching and funny too.
That reminds me of those great SNL skits about the Sofa King. You know, how the prices are "Sofa King" low, the deals are "Sofa King" great, etc. (You obviously have to say those phrases out loud to get the joke.)
Happy birthday, Mr. C! Hope you have a “sweat” next 50 years.
Absolutely agree with “Extrelemly Loud and Incredibly Close.” Loved the book. It’s also being turned into a movie with Tom Hanks and a kid that was asked to be the main character for the movie after he won on Kid’s Jeopardy.
Happy Birthday as well!
Happy B-day Mr. C!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you all for the birthday wishes. I wasn’t mooching…really…
@ Mr. M.: I think that’s a groovy story about the kid from Jeopardy. My favorite Oskar-ism: “…which I know about…” Sweat!
@ Mrs. M.: I told the wife that, at 50, I was less than half done. And…perhaps I might just be ready to retire by then. Can you imagine, still busting a move on those whippersnappers @ 100 years old? Sweat!
Happy Belated Birthday!