I turned 33 today. My mom called me at 8:29am. That’s when I was brought into this world back in 1979. I was probably bitching from being woken up from my womb nap too. I don’t know why, but it seems the years are flying by. I spent last night staring at a fly I was tying; I was trying to remember what I was doing a decade ago. I couldn’t. Oh well. Life is pretty damned good right now, and right now is what counts.
Life’s a river. Dig it.
Arizona Wanderings said, Happy Birthday. Looks like you’re living the life. Here’s to many more to come.
In reply to Arizona Wanderings, Dave said, I can’t complain at all. Thanks Ben. Hope all is well
Chase said, Happy birthday, man.
I feel like life is a little more exciting for me than it was a decade ago, I know I hadn’t found fly fishing yet.
In reply to Chase, Dave said, You might be right. I know I had fun. In some cases too much fun, (can there ever be too much?) but I like where I ended up.