Fifty.
Five decades.
Half a hundred.
Also, fifty.
Himself gave me a magnificent birthday week. I suspect that I was taught as a child not to brag about such things in detail, but please consider me to be squealing delightedly.
(The storm trooper? Well, I was looking for glitter, and our birthday vacation did include Disney, so...)
Image: By Nehrams2020. Wikimedia Commons.
