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.
R World (Ron Davison muses aloud)
3 comments:
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.
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.
Scott,
but we could use Spitzer about now.
Allen,
I was not born modest - there was no hospital gown.
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