Every year seems to pass so quickly. I think I’m not so very old and then poof—its happy birthday time all over again.

I have committed to writing 50 books before I pass into forever, but maybe it will actually be 106… All of my stripes are still in place and quite clearly I am in possession of a very fine pink tongue.

To all my loved ones, thanks for the many great years and for the ones yet to come! Happy Birthday to ME Ow!!!