Schuyler is my weird and wonderful monster-slayer. Together we have many adventures.
Happy Birthday Rob!!!
Happy Birthday!!! :)
Happy happy Birthday to You!!
Wait till you reach thirty-thirteen and people stop believing you when you tell them that you are in your really, really late thirties. Happy Birthday!
Look at it this way ... with that pose there, you kinda look like a young Garrison Keillor.
They'll be manufacturing organs from scratch soon, and thirty-eleven will be the new eleven. The advantage and curse of middle age is seeing with such clarity what a dumbass you were in youth. For some of us, anyway...
You don't look a day over thirty, unless your pictures are photoshopped so as to remove the encroaching gray (like the rest of us thirty-teenagers). But after all, it's just a number. It's the attitude that counts. And you got plenty of that!We're so glad you're here on earth. And that you found someone like Julie who can put up with you. And that you've been willing to fight the monster with Schuyler.Now go have an extra slice of cake...
Happy Birthday, Rob! You rock. And I'm here to tell you, the 40's do too. I just turned 45, and I KNOW it's going to be a VERY good year.
Happy birthday, Rob!I enjoy reading your blog. You have a great attitude. None of that optimism crap for you!I'm taking time out of my busy schedule to leave a comment: I hear through the grapevine that you are allowing your daughter to have a Xmas tree. I hope it's just a vicious rumor. No matter how innocuous it may seem, allowing such an object into your home opens the door to some very unpleasant things, worship of a loving God among them.Be strong! Refuse Schuyler's pleas to make Dec. 25 different from any other day. You may, however, choose to give her a little gift on Aug. 8; that's my birthday.-Yours truly,Satan
Thanks, Satan! You know, I don't worship you, but I do have all your albums.
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