|"I look exactly like this."|
I'm still reading your blog, but it's lost its flair for bringing in the non-RVer. So many shout-outs and links... you've assimilated completely.Ouch, "Phil." Ouch. He goes on to say:
Well, maybe that gets you somewhere with other moms, but ... okay, I forgive you. Just remember the twenty-five hours of labor that spanned this entire day 25 years ago, and you were a big baby. If there were any hope of my being awake at 12:20 AM, November 12, I'd wish you a Happy Birthday! right then and there.
I know you're not a big celebration guy, so it'll be just a heart-healthy glass of New York State cab with the lovely Katy. I imagine you'll sleep right through the actual early-morning 25th anniversary of your birth. That's okay; you didn't inherit my wild party-animal genes. You only got my stunning good looks, winning charm, and razor-edged intellect. I just hope that's enough.
I love you! Happy Birthday, "Phil!"