I was hoping to sneak past this one, but wirecutter outed me. Fargin' bastich. So Baby Queen turned 18 yesterday, bless her heart, and I turn 49 today. My mind says I'm 20-something, my body says I'm 80-something. As Indiana Jones once famously growled, "It's not the years, it's the miles."
Thank you all for your sweet birthday wishes. Taking the Cute Chicks to my folks for some spoiling and barbeque. I'll be back at it hard tomorrow.