My Birthday: An After Action Report or, How you know your family cares little for you…
Well, I’ve been so busy at work that I’ve not been able to blog and socialize on these here internets for awhile. I thought I might catch you up and how I made out for my birthday.
My brother and I have been gifting world class crap CD’s to each other for years now. He stung me good a few years back with a Joey Lawrence disc, but I fired a shot that clearly knocked him down when I came across a Fabio disc that I’m to understand he has in heavy rotation all time much to the chagrin of his wife.
Well, my folks thought they were being clever and original by jumping on this bandwagon last week. So as I tore the wrapping paper away on my first gift, this beauty was revealed from my Dad:
Nice. Except the jokes on him since he actually paid money to see the Capt. And his large mouth Mrs. Back in 1980. I think he made my sisters go too. Notice the price tag has this debut album marked down to $3.99. That’s $3.98 too much.
Next was this from my mother…
This is a five song EP of some stinky doo doo. It was over priced at $2.99 too. I know I caused her her great pain in my youth, but I swear I thought all was forgiven six years ago when I gave her a grandchild. I guess I thought wrong.
My brother has been calling each day for the last week asking if the gift he ordered for me had arrived yet. “Nothing yet” I told him Sunday. I had to travel to Indianapolis Monday but, upon my return last night this was waiting for me:
Yes, the very book I blogged about below which I discovered at Dr. Zibb’s place.
All I can say is… IT’S ON BUDDY BOY!!! As the Lord Humungous once said, “I promise you, newbody, newbody gits eowta here alive”.