Happy Birthday To Me
32. Yikes. Rae said I’m not getting old, that you are only old when you reach….and then we realised dad is 80 and he isn’t old so we’ve decided there is no official marking off point.
Phee ‘helped’ open my presents this morning. By ‘helped’ I mean opened – she was so cute. Luckily I have matured a little, although the wait to see was killing me! Phee gave me a great Richmond glass, for all the beer that I drink. Goes back a way to once when we were all at the footy and Rae and I had a beer. Phee turns to me and says ‘Tony, why are you always drinking beer?’. I’m such an alcoholic; those two or three a week must really be doing me damage. Anyways the glass matches the wonderful Tigers tie that Rae gave me. I’ve already had one comment on it today – and I’ve only been at work half an hour.
I’ve also turfed my wallet in this time and replaced it with Mum and Dad’s present. It’s odd how you get attached to wallets – this last one even went overseas with me. Anyway the new one is all done, cards nicely arranged. All it will take is to earn some money to put in it and then to get it all nice and soft. Wallets take about a month or so to break in properly so you just have to be patient. Looking back I’m a bit worried that I have so many thoughts on wallets, I’m sure this can’t be natural.