Champagne Wishes and Caviar Dreams...

At this time every year, I like to look back on my life and do a little soul-searching. Have I grown as a person? Is there any marked improvement over where I was last year? Have I learned anything? Not a damn thing. I'm the same thirty-five year old dufus I was last year, but I've got one more year under my belt. Oh sure, there are a few of life's magical mysteries that I've managed to uncover, like "Never pee on an electric fence" or "An axe is a poor substitute for a can opener" or "Mooning random strangers is no way to get rich and famous". The list goes on and on.

Would you like to know how I spent my birthday? I sat on the couch under a wool blanket and read a book all day until I had to go into work. After work, I stopped at John's Bar and had two Johnny Walker Reds and two Molsons while I waited for my food. I went home and kissed my girls and opened my present. The complete first season of Nero Wolfe. Aces! Then I sat down at the kitchen table and had a reuben, a gyro, fries, and potato skins. I finished the evening by falling asleep in Flannery's lap watching Nero Wolfe. It was a grand time.

Thank you all for your birthday well-wishes. As you can see, they all came true.

Doc