Yesterday, was Toby Joe’s birthday. He’s now 28. For a little more than a month, I will be only 3 years his senior.
Every time Toby Joe has a birthday, I want it to be spectacular. And every time I feel like a failure because, well, that’s impossible. But I could make it semi-spectacular, you’d think. This year, I felt really bad. We didn’t even go to Chuck E. Cheese. Plus, the ONE SHOW he wanted to watch on OnDemand wouldn’t play. I even called the number and they were like, “Dude, what do you want us to do kick other people off the system? It’s busy. Deal with it.” And I was all, “YES, you chump, it’s his birthday. For the love of God, please let us watch Episode three of Sleeper Cell. Please?”
Nothing.
Instead, I put him to work decorating cookies and designing a new Web site we’re working on. Someday, I’ll figure out how to give him 100% blissful happiness without the need for narcotics or hookers or shows about terrorism.
(Happy belated birthday, Beaner. I’m sorry about Sleeper Cell. I’m also sorry about the cookies and the Web site work.)
I’m old!
Happy Birthday, Toby!
If you say 28 is old, however, I may have to come up there and kick your ass. ;-)
You have my permission, Sarah.
Happy Birfday, fellow Sagittarius!
Old? My (old) ass! I’m even older than your wife, and she’s OLD!
::eats nico’s cookies::
Happy Birthday.
HAPPY (Belated) B-DAY MR. B!
Michele – did Toby scream like a little girl when you gave him the yearly dose of birthday punishment?
I am six years older than the Bean! Jesus.
(Happy birthday, man.)
Toby, you’re a damn whippersnapper.
(Get off of my lawn.)
Happy Bday (belatedly) Toby Joe!
and i’m older than ALL y’all… so i win. HA!
:-)
Happy Birthday whippersnapper! :D