It's my birthday. I'm 90% of the way to 40 - which I guess is much better than 110% of 40. I think it means I have eight years to live up to Mean Mr. Mustard. I got some good gifts - I have attached a picture. No one buy me cars or anything, but with a fancy beer mug (Mom and Dad), a bottle of scotch (sister LissyJo and brother in law, Ceri), a copy of Aqua Teen Hunger Force (season 1 - wife), some jelly beans (Eryn), free breakfast at The Louisiana Grill (Dan, Katie, Conner and sister and brother in law) and a book on how to play poker (Eryn), plus the copy of Jon Stewart's
America I picked up at the library - I've been pretty set all day. The only downside is a total lack of interest in finishing my final two eMAPs, one of which is my own.
(Not pictured: nerf pistol with night acquisition technology from Christy, a toy everyone and everypet in my family has grown to hate, accept for Eryn who takes the darts and yells "stuck, stuck!" before pinning them to the t.v., and my Twix bar from Lisa, who loves me always, although my wife just doesn't care.)
(Also pictured: sexy-yet-sarcastic card from wife).
2 comments:
I'd wish you a happy birthday, but I'm not about to satisfy that segment of society which believes that a person can be quantified by something so trivial as the amount of time spent on earth.
That's just sad.
You just say that because you know it would make Larry king of the earth or something along those lines - he's old.
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