You say it's your birthday.

Err. Thanks for informing me. I could have sworn it was September 3rd though. But what do I know about my date of birth. It's nice of you to point out I'm getting older. Five months earlier than I'm supposed to, actually. And on top of that you're insinuating that I am going to DIE with your cheerful life insurance offerings. If you had even a remote inkling of how badly I drive, what kinds of food I live on, and how many times a day I want to take my own life, you might not be so quick to insure my ass.





Thanks Brian. Previously I have only enjoyed my birthdays with the eerie suspicion that I had made the wrong decision lurking in the back of my mind. Thank God that's over.