in a few short weeks I turn 50. I have had the WORST luck with birthdays (especially the big ones)..
10th b-day - got slapped by my mother because I wanted to watch cartoons rather than work around the house.
20th b-day - found my mother having seasures. Turned out she had the DTs and was sent to rehab.
30th b-day - not so bad. My wife did trick me into do all of the food and most of the housework for my own surprise party.
40th b-day - stuck in a van somewhere in Hungary. There was room for 6 people, but there were 10 of us. Ended up have a seatbelt buckle crammed up my bum for half a day.
AHHHH, but now I turn 50. My wife is making all of the arrangements to have the party at the Unionville Winery!!! she even booked the actual working area for the party (rather then their "events" hall). She also booked some Amish dudes to handle the BBQ. MAN! I can't wait!
May we live as long as we want, but never want as long as we live.