The Looming Decade

My birthday is ten days away. Ten days until I hit another birthday divisible my ten. I think my 39.9yo colon is rehearsing a birthday tune at this very moment. Getting old is a bitch. Then again, the alternative is WAY worse.

Remember when I said I wanted to write a letter to myself 10 years ago? Well I did. It’s up on Babble here. I’d love to hear what you think about it. I’d love even more to hear about what you wish you could tell your younger you.

I’d also like you to help me start a ukulele 80’s cover band called Your Younger Uke.

And, as always, I’d also like a pony.

Perhaps I should start working on another 80’s song for the next Ukulele Friday. Suggestions? Smack ’em in the comments! Or feel free to post videos of you performing interpretive dance to the originals. Or pictures of ponies. You do you, boo. In the meantime, i have a hot date with more coffee.



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