Occasion

I have just been informed, at this late hour, that it was my cob-logger's birthday yesterday. I suck at remembering birthdays. I even signed up for some birthday-remember site, and look at what that got me. No follow-up from me. Sorry, homes.

In lieu of a phone call, let's just imagine that I just called. I care that much, dog. Happy day-after-your-birthday day, amigo.

(And, you know, you could blog around here a bit. Place is getting musty.)