The boys, hard at workAmy and I recently started the great downward decline towards senility and retirement this month when we both turned 30 years old.
Picnic on the beachIt's all pretty much over.
We celebrated the occasion by hosting a barbecue on the beautiful Shelly Beach.
View Larger Map
We had a beautiful day for it and there was even a shark that made an appearance off shore. For some reason, one of the other beach-goers called the cops.
The cops showed but no arrests were made.
Preparing for the killWe topped of the day with cake and a pinata. Most of our non-US friends knew what a pinata was from TV and movies but had never had one at a party. What terrible childhoods they must have had.
As a great sage once said:
Don't trust anyone over 30.
-H.S.
Sunset over Manly
"No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax — This won't hurt."
ReplyDelete-H.S. Thompson