Happy Birthday Joe!

Today is my brother's birthday. The boy, er man is 25. Happy Birthday. I remember 25...seems like only yesterday, but of course it wasn't. Is it me, or does it seem that the older we get, the faster time spins away from us? Maybe as we acquire more responsibilities and the NEED to fill up our lives with so much extra garbage, it appears as if there aren't enough hours in the day to get everything done? I think that I will refuse to: get any older, take on any more responsibilities, and allow others put any more responsibilities on me. Of course then I will probably be bored out of my skull!
One more thing-I banged my elbow the other day. I know, I know- it HURTS! Somewhere between a laugh and a cry. This made me think, "I would rather get my armpit tattooed than bang my elbow." (Actually my friend Mark assured me that I wouldn't want to do this!) But then my thought shifted to, "I would rather have my armpit tattooed than listen to Rod Stewart." Weird, but true.