Now We Are 35…
I just turned 35. I’d love to write a long post about how great Year 34 was, but I just got done shooting 2,080 words outta my head via my fingers.
Instead, I’ll leave you with a picture I’ve always liked. It’s obviously doctored, but it cracks me up. Maybe I need some help of some sort.
I only act like I’m six.
Yep. That’s ol’ Chris Robin holding a smoking pistola. For some reason, Winnie the Pooh and Piglet think it’s the greatest thing since sliced bread and are jumping with joy. Look. Piglet even has his hands up.
That means he loves it.
Anyway. G’night you crazy kids.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY THOMAS Hope you had fun…
Happy birthday. Welcome to the mid-thirties. It sucks.