Whoops


Oh no, not again...

I looked at the calendar yesterday morning and OMG, it was my dad's birthday. I'd sent nothing, email or snail-mail. Tsk.

Happy Birthday, Dad. Sorry you're traveling on your birthday week. That stinks.

Of course, you're kinda lucky. I mean, I could still have a working flatbed scanner. I could be doing something truly evil, like posting photos of what you looked like 45 years ago, all arms and legs and facial features, not helped by a jar-head haircut. Or even worse, the ones I have from Grandma B's little blue photo album, especially the one of you at age 18 months in what we would now call a dress.

But I'm not technologically capable of getting those digitized nicely unless I go to Walgreens. And hey, if I can't remember to get you a birthday card, what are the chances of that? Consider it my birthday present to you. *chuckles evilly*

Posted: Thu - September 13, 2007 at 09:06 AM   Home         | | View Technorati reactions

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