Happy Birthday To Me

Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday dear Pauly,
Happy birthday to me.

I love being 25.

I know – it’s hard to believe that’s how old I am, especially when my stupid driver’s license lies and tries to convince me I’m closer to 40 than 30.  But you know what – that’s government for you.

I’m twenty-five, forever.  That’s all there is to it.  I thoroughly refuse to age any further than that.  It’s just not practical – I enjoy playing my beach volleyball, playing around with my kids and running without any sleep.  The whole “getting older” thing just doesn’t work for me so, frankly, I’m just not doing it.

So, if you would be so kind, if you happen to see me today wish me a happy 25th (again) birthday.

Besides, age is just a number.  It just so happens that, by an awesome stroke of luck, my number is – go figure – twenty-five.

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