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Focusing On Three Hundred And Sixty-Five “Unbirthdays”
By Frank Sinatra, AAP Editor
Put away the party hats, leave the streamers at home, and pop the balloons. I’m officially skipping my birthday this year.
I turn 50 this month. FIFTY! And I am not a happy camper. Generally, 50 of something is pretty good. Fifty bucks? Great! Fifty baby sea otters? Totes adorbs. But 50 birthdays? KILL IT! KILL IT WITH FIRE!
