Screwed Up Again
Ten minutes ago I realized that my brother, Tim, celebrated his birthday, drumroll, three days ago. I am always forgetting these things. My excuse, lame as it is, is that my former secretary used to keep a diary and give me a sheet of paper a week ahead, four days ahead and the day before. I usually ended up patronizing FedEx or UPS the day before.
Happy Birthday Tim!!!
Feel free to wish him well by way of a comment below.
1 comment:
Tim!
Perhaps you have your choice: have a brother with a rich internal life, oft lost in reflection, or one who promptly remembers birthdays. Or, perhaps, like the rest of us, you had no choice in siblings, in which case you can just consider yourself lucky.
Happy Birthday indeed!
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