As my officemates counted down the final seconds to midnight, I was busy murdering Edwin McCain's song:
I'll be your crying shoulder,
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm FORTY,
I'll be the greatest fan of your...
I'll be your crying shoulder,
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm FORTY,
I'll be the greatest fan of your life.
They say life begins at 40. Well, there must be some truth to it, given that I was the one holding the microphone at the first minute of being, finally, 40 years old -- considering there were at least 10 songs queued in the videoke machine at any given time that night.
Wow. 40. And wifey's on the line listening to the very first song I sing for the year.
Cool ^^
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