birthday boy

Today, 38 years ago, Kevin West began existing. Of course, it’s “his” day – but I can’t help but feeling a flavor and intensity of gratitude I “should” probably be experiencing on Thanksgiving.

devcubber came over late after putting her boys to bed. Somewhere during the conversation, someo

ne interrupted and said, “Hey.. It’s midnight. Happy Birthday Kevin!”

Birthday boy decided to take advantage of the technicality and open his presents: Bright red sporto-house-lounge shorts, two F. Paul Wilson Books, a book light, “Cabin Fever” on DVD and a copy of Burnout 2 for the GameCube.

I’m off to sneak out and pick up groceries for brunch, (I’m thinking French Toast will be a treat), and procure two more items for his birthday while he sleeps in.

I’d note the extra things here but there’s always a chance he’ll get up and get online before I return.

Wait a second… So what? – I don’t have a blog – so how could he find out my plan.

Damn it! Knew that’d happen eventually: A Schtick-Paradox.