Now I could beat around the bush and allude to the fact that Michele is "getting older", but let's be serious. Anyone who reads this blog knows exactly how old Michele is. Today Michele is 60. It's funny how it's okay for men to age. We even have different terms to use in describing the aging process. Men get grey hair and we call it "distinguished". Women get grey hair and we call it "grey hair". Then we rush to the beauty salon to get it colored before anyone notices. Men get chunky around the waist and we laugh and say he has a "beer gut". Women get chunky around the waist and we call it what it is - fat. But no matter how much fiber we eat or weights we lift, we'll never be 40 again. But age is just a number and we're only as old as we feel. That's another thing that old people say. Even Baby Violet suffers from comments about her age. Instead of saying you're baby looks "old" for her age, we say she looks "alert".
But in Michele's case, she looks and acts very young. This is a picture of her with Courtney when we were in New York this past December. (Michele is the one on the left just in case you couldn't tell!) Melissa and I had a terrible time keeping up with Michele and Courtney. They're always on the run. Michele is such an adventurous person and loves to travel. She's not only spending her birthday in Paris, but has been there for the past three weeks. Bruce will be joining her on Monday then it's off to some other exciting city.
So taking a line from the old Neil Sedaka song and taking a little bit of liberty with the lyrics...
"...you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen,
Happy Birthday Sweet Sixty!"
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