The Big Green House

Tuesday, December 16, 2003

 

Born, not asked

Yet another birthday swiftly approaches and here I stand, like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming semi.

Actually, it's not that bad this year. Last year at this time I was having a minor meltdown of sorts. This time around I physically feel older, no doubt due to moving boxes out of the basement of The Big Green House and upstairs into Science Manor. But the actual aging part, the addition of another year to the score (actually two score and three, but who's counting?) isn't bugging me so much. Which is fine, actually, since there's not much I can do about it. Y'know?

In case anyone's wondering, the day in question is next Monday. I'll be taking the day off, of course. I think Science Girl has plans for dinner & possibly The Return of the King, bless her heart. That sounds just about right.

If any of you think you might want to do something to celebrate my b-day, I'd be very pleased if you would do something in my name for the betterment of all humanity. For instance, you could bring me the head of Kenny G. Or, failing that, maybe you could just stick that soprano sax straight up his ass. It would certainly improve his playing, and you'd get that wonderful tingly feeling that comes from a good deed well done.

bmarkey 12/16/2003 07:56:00 PM