Yup, that time of year again. This year I am officially the answer.
For the entire year. I hope that works out for me.
In more amazing news, Al’s parents sent me a great gift. They tracked down a copy of The Buffy-Porson – A car you can build and drive (the book I talked about in this post).
It was very cool to flip through the pages and have the memories flood back. I remember many of the steps in the construction as if it were yesterday.
Have I ever mentioned how amazing I think my in-laws are?
Mazel tov, David. I started reckoning my age in base 13 a few years ago. I’ll be 6×9 next year.
Happy birthday! My gift to you will be my not singing the Happy Birthday song.
Why is it that whenever anyone sings the Happy Birthday song it sounds like a funeral dirge? Could anyone have written a more depressing tune? Other than "O Canada" that is.
Oh, and my blog doesn’t have a SOCAN performance license, so please refrain from singing any songs that have royalties due.
I’m dating a woman who has a five year old son. I thought about “The Buffy Porson” the first time I met him, so I picked up a copy from the local library. I’m reading it right now and it’s just as you said, it’s a trip down memory lane. 🙂