I went out to lunch with my sister and a friend, we've always considered our little brother from another mother!

(I guess I could try to figure out gendered pronouns, but that seems so silly.)

happy birthday.

into my head when I saw your title.

I still love the Beatles music.

And yes, they do still feed you.

And good to know. 😄

You've got me by two days. I was born, so I am told, on February 24, 1962. Honestly, I do not remember and my parents did have a history of lying to me (Santa Claus comes immediately to mind). They did give me a document supporting this claim.

Happy 64th anniversary of your birth.

That's a good point about parents lying about Santa. Not to mention the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny. My birth certificate didn't get filed until a later date. My mother's obgyn was drunk as a skunk that night. Apparently he had a reputation for that. The nurse had to deliver me, and then he even forgot to file the certificate. Luckily the hospital had internal records kept by the administrators, and the Catholic Church, had my baptismal records so the City Clerk was able to issue my certificate.

'Burpday' as in the first day you burped outside the womb.
(And your mother just thought she had indigestion?)

Go paint the town red, chat up some young people of your preferred gender.

If you keep doing this you'll get old like me.

Thank you!

I'd go back to my High-school and college days.

We February Babies rule.

Bookmarked.

Those lyrics were great.

BlueKota

Great clip!

And many, many happy returns of the day!



Doesn't it seem like only yesterday you were 63?

Yes it does! 😁

Happy 64!

Happy Birthday.