I’ve actually been thinking of myself as 38 for over a year now. For some reason, I got it into my head last year that I was coming up on my 38th birthday and never quite shook the thought. So yes, when I stopped to think about it, I did catch myself and think “yeah, I’m 37” but if you asked me my age, my first response has been 38.

It’s finally true now. I was born thirty-eight years ago this evening. Right in the middle of supper time (sorry, Mom! *giggle*) at 5:46 pm MST.

What would I consider a great birthday present (other than the new avatar I got myself, see previous post)? Peyton and m’boys spanking Tom Brady and the Patriots and bringing another AFC Championship home to Denver. That would be nice.

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