Went out with my wife this afternoon for an early dinner for my 42nd birthday. I decided to kilt up (sorry no pics) I had the usual comments, do you play the pipes, what tartan and so forth, but the one that hurt the most was from our cute little waitress (20 or so) when my wife told her that I was turning 42 today and she said “that’s cool my mom just turner 42 a month ago”. EGO DEFLATED. Never thought of myself as old before.

J.