GM. Today is my last day of being 39. Others at this age: "Oh, no! Tomorrow I'll be 'old'!" Me: "So *this* is how long the Tribes of Israel wandered in the wilderness..." Tomorrow I'll be 40. Bring it on.

Flat Earth is nothing more than FUD about reality. GM.

Walking is now my 1-year-old's preferred mode of transportation. He is officially a toddler. That makes him a toddler hodler (which rhyme, to me).