February 04, 2006
Tomorrow, a great American Institution turns 40
And so does the Super Bowl.
Yes, ladies and gents, the rumors are true: tomorrow I turn 40.
I know, I know: as those who know me well know that I've been XL for a long, long time.
Other than increasingly feeling like Mr. Hand, there is no noticeable difference. Our program coordinator at work got me the greatest birthday present I've received in ages: a Napoleon Dynamite talking key-chain. So I've been padding around the house making various noises all day. Needless to say, The Dear One wasn't too impressed when I kept pushing the button that said, "I like your sleeves---they're real big."
Anyhoo, the Cranky Factor has been pegged at maximum. I'll let you know how tomorrow goes.
(And yes, The Cranky Factor would be a good name for a blog).
Posted by Steve at February 4, 2006 11:07 PM | TrackBackAll I want for my 40th birthday is a 40 ounce bottle of Bud. Well, that and a Vietnamese prostitute, of course.
We'll see if my pending match against Joseph Nye allows me to live that long.
But seriously, happy 40th -- get our there and do something that doesn't involve horses, llamas, or Derrida.
Posted by: Leopold Stotch at February 5, 2006 12:10 AMget our there and do something that doesn't involve horses, llamas, or Derrida.
Or involves all three and a chainsaw...
Happy birthday
XOXO,
LBB
Posted by: LB Buddy at February 5, 2006 12:24 AMHappy Birthday! Hope the Cranky Factor goes down some. Cranky Factor would also be a good title for a despot in some sort of humor-based fantasy series. All hail the Cranky Factor!
Posted by: beth at February 5, 2006 12:30 PMHappy birthday!
Posted by: jen at February 5, 2006 01:55 PMHappy Birfday Steve-O!!! You're now officially a COOT!
Posted by: Chai-rista at February 5, 2006 04:37 PMWell, I'm kind of like the Johnny Cash character in that song about Sunday mornings, except from drinking too much Metamucil.
Posted by: Steve the LLamabutcher at February 5, 2006 10:45 PM
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