“Yes, I am a Pirate. 200 Years too late. The cannons don’t thunder there’s nothing to plunder, I’m an over 40 victim of fate. Arriving too late, arriving too late…”
Amen.
The first 40 years are now down. I hope the next 40 are as sweet – Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise.
4 comments:
Happy birthday. May the next 40 be even more fun!
Happy Birthday Little brother! I still remember that one bday we spent in a car! Listening to the radio and all that jazz!
Thanks guys!
RDOwens, Here’s hoping. I’m crossing my fingers as I type… which BTW is not an easy feat.
Mommanator, I do remember that b-day! Is that the same trip with the escaped goats? ...Ya know, goats have rectangular pupils.
Ha! Come talk to me when you are at the 50 milestone ... what a drag it is getting old.
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