...and boy, are my arms tired.
Today, ladies and gentlemen, is my birthday. Longtime readers of my blog are probably asking themselves some burning questions right now, such as "What? It's Robbie Gras time again? Where's the hype? Where are the parades? The annual Robbie Gras Ball? The Robbie Gras bobble head dolls?"
Well, readers... the sad truth is that I'm kinda ambivalent to my birthday this year... with everything else going on around me, (Sick kids, surgeries, joblessness, etc...) it seems kinda frivolous somehow to make a big deal out of it this time.
Of course, there's always next year :)
3 comments:
Next year's the big 4-0. I'm really going to have to come down there for Robbie Gras. We have to turn the party out.
By the way, what are glurings? That's my word verf and it's scaring me.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIG GUY!!!!
Ah, your turn to the dark side is now complete.... you have joined the ranks of soccer dads everywhere. It is your destiny....
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