Another year, Another day.

I turned another day older on Monday.  Nothing special, just another day.

Of course, it was on that day 29 years ago that I came into the world and things would never be the same.

I came home from work to be greeted by three little monsters.  And the serenades from co-workers throughout the day were enough to make my ears bleed (some people should never sing).

Just another day.  I don't make a big deal about it and I really don't care.  I stopped counting long ago.