So I’m 36 years old. Hmph. Big deal. To quote Mad Magazine’s Alfred E. Neumann, “What me worry?”
Yeah, I’m 36. So what? Sure, in some respects, the body isn’t what it used to be. My left knee took a beating twice last year, but it’s okay now. My tailbone isn’t what it used to be, but I deal with the pain. I’ve got a lot of grey hair now, and it’s all over the place like weeds. What hasn’t turned grey on the top of my head is slowly disappearing, much to my surprise. I’m not as rich and famous as I thought I’d be by my mid-30’s.
Still, if you look at the picture below, you’ll note that life is pretty damn good. My wife is hot, loves me, and puts up with my shenanigans for some strange reason. My son is smart, funny, and pretty awesome. My daughter is cute, funny, and such a character. We’re not rich, but we get the things that we need, and go places together as a family. Most important of all, we have lots of fun doing it.
Life is good. Life is wonderful. Appreciate and cherish what you have. You could have a weird mustache or something.