They’re awesome. There’s cake. You get to blow candles outs. Ba-wooons. And you sing-a-song…
You know. Happy birf-day to you, happy birf-day to you…
It doesn’t really matter whose birf-day it is. I love ’em. So festive.
But today it’s my birf-day. And even though I don’t like the spotlight…the focus will be on me today.
That’s right. I’m 23. What?!?!
Not like my dinosaur Stuffie or Barney…a real one…
At least Daddy says that’s how it makes him feel. I dunno?
I’ve said it before. And I’ll say it again. That guy’s an enigma.
But I’m not the only one who likes my birf-day. Mommy does too.
She gets excited looking through the cake book at the store to pick the cake I want. Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo many choices!
Sesame Street, Thomas the Train, Disney, Dora, and, and, and…FANTASTIC!
We lose Dad about 2 pages in. But Mommy and I power through it.
Besides the cake on my birf-day, I get a couple other things.
FIrst. Mom makes my favorite meal. It’s got chicken…good. Cheese…good. Stuffing…gooood.
And then! I get presents. They don’t get me near as many as Santa Claus brings me…but Mommy and Daddy are pretty busy…so I get it.
Anyway. It’s been a pretty good year I guess.
But, honestly, I do miss the opportunity to dress up every now and then.
Like this. It’s hard to tell…but that’s not really Whembly Fraggle…it’s me. I’m wearing a costume.
I guess I could still dress up. But let’s face it. When you’re 23. It’s not cool anymore.
Ooooh who am I kidding? It’s still FREAKING AWESOME.
So you might be wondering? What do I get a kid who has everything?
Cake. Favorite meal. B-wohing out the candles. A couple presents. Everything.
While that might be cool. I’m good.
I already have one. See. Here I am setting it up at the bottom of the stairs…by the front door…
Because…where else do you put a train set together?
I don’t need any new movies. I’ve got ’em all.
And the ones I don’t have…I’ve got plenty of tickets for.
I have Legos. I don’t know where all of them are anymore. But Daddy finds ’em when he walks in my room for something. Thaaaat’s a little funny.
So I don’t need any “things”. Nope.
Plus – Mommy doesn’t know I know – she already got me some stuff. SURPRIIIIISE!
I know most of you will feel compelled to send me stuff. And I appreciate that. I do.
But instead of sending me stuff…maybe…you could just go here to my site and drop a few quarters to help people like me get dawgs like this:
That would make you and me feel good. Because it’d be helping someone else out on my birf-day…or any day really.
Mommy said that’s a nice thing to do too.
Aw-rite. I gotta go get some breakfast and watch-a-mooovie before the cake and presents later today.
So. Bye. See ya ta-mah-wo.
Oh. BTW. That picture of the dog is from the nice people at SDWR. You should check ’em out.