My 50th birthday was in August of 2013 so it only stands to reason that I celebrated it January 11th of 2014. At the time I wasn’t interested in celebrating and friends insisted, but I managed to hold them off until January in hopes they would let it go. They didn’t. It was a grand time. I’m sorry I was such a jerk about it back in August and I realize I need more celebrations. After the party I wrote this poem for The Well Tempered Bards :
So in addition to three birthdays in August (a story for another day), and one in January, I now have another birthday in March. Considering I passed my expiration date 19 years ago I expect to have an even dozen by the time I’m actually ready to go.