Yeah...right...I'm talkin' to you!!
Okay. Got your attention. Lissen up, you five.
When you're grown up, BIRTHDAYS SUCK!
Who really needs a special whole day to think about how stinkin' old you are?
As a kid, it's truly cool...you get stuff!
You're one year closer to puberty!! Closer to driving, partying, getting your own cell phone...
Wow!! And those things really blind you to the real truth of the situation.
Which is, you're also one year closer to the Big R!!
RESPONSIBILITY!!
Yeah. That's right, I said it. Big stinkin' R that that is.
And, after 50, it's really nasty. You physically change at a truly amazing rate of speed.
When I look at pictures of me, say, 10 years ago, I can't believe what i see.
Most of our lives, me and deb have always been younger looking than our actual ages.
She still is.
But, man, this gray dog fur I'm sporting now is melting me down!!!
Naw. Not really. Actually, the older I get, the less I care about it.
Who needs to be Brad Pitt anyways? He's stuck with Ang...hmmm.
Never mind.
Anyways, the new resolution around here is:
NO MORE BIRTHDAYS!!!
NOLO BIRTHDERE!!!
BOITDAY NYETSKI!!!!
We will, from this day forward remain the same age.
Until the day when we decide to actually take days away and get younger each day..
That day will come also.
Count on it.
YOU GET THE POINT!!
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3 comments:
Hmmm...taht's all I can say about that. By the way, tell mom the picture is off.
Thanks Beck. For the deep comment, and for taking the picture off. We love you.
Hmm...tis a bit late in the day, my father, and yet no blog time I see??? What ails thee so? Could it be the snow??
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