February 22, 2004
I have another birthday later this week (2/25). This time I'll be 34, and the only way to look at that in another perspective is that I will be 17 for the second time. At least next year I can either be 7 for the fifth time, or 5 for the seventh time (I'd be the ideal age for a diaper boy in either case). My family isn't getting together to celebrate it until next Sunday, however (2/29), so I can't tell you what all I got until then.
Other than that, not much to report this week. Thanks to everyone who commented on last week's scathing message I wrote in regards to (cough, cough, hack, hack) Valentine's Day. For those of you who are still brave enough to keep looking, I sincerely wish you the best of luck.