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45? Really?

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...and he still enjoys
launching rockets...
John's birthday was this past weekend, and I can hardly even say his age.  I mean really?  Here are just a few reasons that my husband can not possibly be 45.


  • He still has the hair on his head...
    • and none of it is gray.
  • Patients continue to think that he just graduated from medical school...
    • even though it's been 15 years.
  • He still runs marathons annually....
    • and chooses any extra marathons he wants to run based on the coolness of the t-shirt.
  • He wishes the church would sponsor dances for adults...
    • so he could boogie down to "Poor Some Sugar on Me" again.
  • He still attends rock concerts...
    • and still gets speeding tickets on the way there.
  • He continues to learn new things (German, scuba diving)
    • and brings me along for the ride.
  • His fascination for anything scary continues.  Zombies, vampires, disembodied hands...
    • and he's considering buying a shotgun in the event of a zombie apocalypse.
  • He can chow down 4,000 calories in a day...
    • and still be hungry the next morning....
    • and thin.
Happy Birthday, my honey.  If anybody deserves to lie, and say they are 29, you do!

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  1. UnknownSeptember 23, 2011 at 12:29 PM

    I wish they adult church dances too. We love to dance, well actually 2 step.

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