Yesterday was my birthday. I had originally considered “riding my age”, meaning riding 40 miles, one mile for each year I’ve made it so far.
I had errands to run after work, and my wife had plans for after that.
While at work, 40 balloons were delivered to my office. Also came a vase of flowers – some of them daisies. I was told it’s because I’m getting ready to “push up daisies”. That seemed a bid morbid. 🙂
I was expected to bring the balloons home. I rode my bike to work, so yes, I rode through town with 40 balloons trailing behind me. I got a lot of strange looks, a couple of honks, and one person yelled “happy birthday”.
I met up with my wife and daughter at Tony BoomBozz for pizza and beer. I had a good day, but didn’t ride anywhere near 40 miles.
Happy birthday i totally forgot!
40? You’re just kid!
Happy birthday, my friend!
Young’un!
Happy (belated) Birthday, and as many more as you enjoy!
Happy belated birthday Dave! I am bad with dates. =(