I was teasing Raymond, our retired driver, that today he can officially show my the AARP "secret handshake". His response was "At our age, the "secret" is to have NO "handshake"."
This mildstone was a lot more low key than the 40 one. That one the wife got a limo to put He's 40 on the side, pick up me and the kids to take them to elementory school. Limo takes me to work where they had already changed to pylon sign reader board to the Lordy, Lordy Looks who's Forty thing. Later a company delivered over an artificial leg with some crafty things to say about one of my legs not working. Then the funeral director came to the shop in the hurst and gave me a ride in the back...the very back laying down. On a high note, it finished off with a singing telegram French Maid.
The wife knew that I could think of alot more devious things for her next birthday which would be forty, so I traded off doing nothing on hers for a ski "mancation".
them good old days to be a young buck like YOU clay!!
50 ain't old, 50 is wise
50 ain't ....ummmmm...I forget!!
Happy birthday Clay...you're the guy that makes us all giggle on some dark days, and......ummmmmmm