Not long ago, it was discovered that even Big Ugly Man Dolls have birthdays. Now, I’m at what I call the “Cards and Laughter” age, which is when someone cards you buying booze and you burst into laughter. I’m not complaining, but I’ve noticed I don’t get carded when I have the kids with me. […]
To Number One Son, who is nine today. I wasn’t worried a bit, since I remember my own parents wondering if I was going to live past 8 years old myself – seems to be that magical "you’re going to get yourself killed" age. Nine years old – make it nine more and you’re outta here, […]
To the Spouse of the Big Ugly Man Doll! She’s another year more wonderful; each year she gets older and I get luckier to be married to her. Happy Birthday!
Once again, Halloween is here, and it’s another birthday. It’s been an entire decade with the Human Tape Recorder, Number One Daughter. Happy Birthday!
And today is the Birthday of the Reigning Queen of Pink, Grand Duchess of Fluff, and High Protector of Barbies. As should we say, “We are six now.” Actually, what she told me was, and I quote: “Daddy, I’m going on seven now.” Not that we’re in a hurry or anything…