It’s Mike’s golden birthday today. I’ll let you figure out how old he is.
We’re spending the day eating. Mike has the day off work (thank you “use it or lose it” vacation policy), so we are doing cinnamon rolls for breakfast, BLTs for lunch, Cobb salad for dinner, and cheesecake for dessert. If you need me, I’ll be in the kitchen.
You know what I asked for for my birthday dinner? Carry out. I’m just sayin’.
Anyway, here is the funny man:
On a recent fashion decision I made:
“Nice. I bet that’s stylish in some cultures.”
In his best pathetic voice:
“I stubbed my hip.”
After what I’m sure was a remarkable statement by me:
“Careful where you step. There is a pin on the ground over there. I heard it drop.”
On Ellen getting to big for the largest size diaper:
“What’s the smallest size Depends makes?”
Watching Ellen drilling for gold in the back seat:
“Oh boy. That was a definite consumption of a nasal deposit.”