While talking on the phone to Dad, I reminded him of The Brother's birthday.
"You might want to give him a call to wish him a happy birthday."
"Yeah, I was going to do that. How old is he?"
"Let's see. He was born in '49 so..."
"No, he was born in '59."
I laughed.
"No, Dad. I was born in '55 and he's six years older than me. So that would make him..." I paused to do the math. "Oh my gawd! He's sixty!"
"He's an old man!"
A case of the pot calling the kettle black. And I'm not that far behind.
Just for you, Kid. A picture of your role model.
3 comments:
Love those birthdays ending in 0... *grin*
They're supposed to be easy to remember you naughty sister!
Love your graphic! Let's face it, getting older is the better alternative to.....
Happy Birthday to the brother...and you're too young to be a weeble...
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