On the left is me at 4, 10% of the way to my just-attained 40 (right). Oh, the damage that two years of carousing in high school (I was a late bloomer), four years of fraternity life in college, a few years of bachelorhood and 14 years of married-with-children can do to you. I wish I still had that tie.
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Hey, chill — 40 is the new 30.
Happy Birthday.
The Self-Photo is never a good barometer. Trust The Sheriff, er, that is, trust ME on that one.
Thanks Lex, but that still doesn’t de-uglify the aging effects. Thanks for the encouraging words though:)
And Esbee, I wish I could take that to the bank, but blaming the camera only goes so far. Thankfully I don’t have to impress anyone other than my wife and she’s a very generous and forgiving person. I might be old, but I’m still very lucky.
Jon, I thought wives were supposed to give than objective opinion on How You Really Look. Maybe ask her?
I heard “30 is the new 20” just yesterday. Which, well, makes 40 the new 30. Congrats.
(If you’re interested in my scheme for killing the significance of these arbitrary decade milestones, let me know)