17 September 2008

A Day of Excess

Today is my birthday. I was thinking about keeping a low profile in the hopes that the gods of aging will miss the house and fly over, leaving me un-aged. But birthdays are for excess. Eating and drinking to excess sounds tedious to me, and exercising or dancing to excess sounds dangerous. So, I decided instead to post to excess this morning.

My first day of blogging, I made 9 posts. The next, 7. My daughter rightfully declared that ridiculous and since I have actually tried to rein in my propensity to post. Today, though, given it is my birthday, I decided not to hide the idearhea. Enjoy.

3 comments:

LSD said...

I can only imagine that Sandi has agreed to look the other way as you fill the bathtub with pudding...

But that's ok.

(Good grief man, you even indulged a post on Spitzer!)

-But that's ok.

Big Al said...

Ron,

Happy Anniversary of your birth day! And, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for NOT including a pic of you in your birth day suit. We all know those hospital gowns just don't entirely cover the backside.

Ron Davison said...

Scott,
but we could use Spitzer about now.

Allen,
I was not born modest - there was no hospital gown.