Life as a 38 year old

I am now 38. And here's what I've noticed in the first 53 minutes of being 38:

- Tim Horton's still screws up my coffee
- I still don't win on the roll up the rim cups
- I still hate wearing bras
- I still hate wearing underwear
- my feet have not grown
- I think my ass might have
- my toes are still hairy
- the litter box still stinks
- I am as tired now as I was an hour ago
- I still drive a Rendezvous (with a front end problem)
- I still don't have a Cricut
- I still suck at Spider Solitaire
- I remembered that I have a blog
- I remembered the password to get onto my blog
- I still have nothing to write about
- I still have the most boring blog on the web.
- You still keep coming back to read this crap.

Thank you for joining me on this exciting journey. Your participation is appreciated.

Now, without any further delay, let me introduce you to the end of my first post as a 38 year old.