Quarter of a Century

I’ve been alive for a quarter of a century.  For whatever reason, it really bugged me.  I tried to ignore the concept that it was my birthday yesterday, and I was mostly successful.  I got two phone calls and tons of Facebook messages, which were then forwarded to my email causing my computer to ping.  I putzed around the house, not even taking a shower.  I did some work but not really anything productive and definitly nothing that would be classified as fun.  I didn’t want to remember it was my birthday.  That may sound pathetic and sad, and it really wasn’t.  No one was around and I didn’t want to do anything anyways.

When Manny turned 25, a few days before me, he posted a list on Facebook of things his friends may or may not know about him.  I knew almost all of them, but I did learn a few things.  So I’m starting to put together a list of things people probably don’t know about me.  And I’m opening up for questions.

Anything about me you’d like to know?