Really? Can you be 50?




Tonight was Jennifer's 50th birthday party. As

Of course having a good friend that is 50 is not as bad as being married to someone who is 50. Although for someone who is 50, the man does pretty good. I have more stiff joints than he does. And all his energy really puts me to shame. But the 50th party was a good excuse to have a country dance instructor come out. Good times!
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