I just turned 45. Not especially overjoyed about it, as my half-wrecked body belies my age, but there you go, one of the smaller milestones. My wife is overjoyed that I am once again a full year older than her (in some mathematical realms... She'll catch up in a few weeks. Heh heh heh.) and that I can't catch her to beat her ass when she reminds me of it. Eh, it's all good...
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We had a celebratory dinner, wherein I got cards from my cats (don't ask) and a couple big-ass pieces of walleye. Came home, and received my gift from my brother-in-law and parents-in-law.
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I started dating my wife in June 2007, still coming down from a rather hellish divorce. Major financial issues. Employment issues. Housing issues. I was at rock fucking bottom.
Since then, I have good employment, a wonderful home, started retirement accounts, going fishing with my father-in-law this weekend, and I married my dream girl. She (and her family) may not always understand what I am saying, but they understand what I am, in this example, a huge nerd, and now I have a sonic screwdriver.
Jesus H Dammit I love my life!