It’s my birthday
These things seem to come around faster each year. This time it’s twenty-one. If you’re in Tampa, text me and we can go out for a drink sometime.
I just checked and this is the third year in a row I have marked this day in this weblog [19, 20]. All of the posts have the same title, which I think says something about how I write.
Woo hoo! For the first time won’t be breaking the law when I buy your booze this summer.
Happy Birthday.
If we’re ever in the same town at the same time, I’ll buy you a drink.
I hope you seized this opportunity with a little touchdown dance…