It's Official

As I sit here and type, I am officially a member of the double decade club. Yes indeedy folks, I am twenty years old, as of fifty seven mintes ago. Good grief, I'm old. Well, not as old as my mother, who is exactly twenty eight years older than I am.

Yeah, I was born on my mother's birthday. It's kinda cool, but at the same time, I kind of feel bad for horning in on her special day. My Grandmother, her mother, doesn't even remember that it's her birthday most years. She was really looped on pain meds and thinks that my mom was born on December 7th.

If that were true, boy oh boy would my family have sucked in the Americana dates game. Here's the stats.

My Dad's birthday is September 11th (WTC, plus the day that the first shot of the War of 1812 was shot.)

Me and my Mommy's birthday is December 6th, or as my Grandma firmly believes, December 7th, or Pearl Harbor Day.

Plus, my half birthday is June 6th, or as we history buffs like to call it, D-Day.

Interesting, huh?

So, to sum up, if anything happens of September 21st or January 23rd, my family will probably be on display at the AHM in DC.

Oh, and just because it's now final exam season, you don't get out of the calls or presents. As I said before mes amis, I expect both. Even if you can't all get your cutie petuties up to the Poconos in the next 23 hrs, I'm still expecting ample boxes of surprises when you all return from your respective learning institutions. I know where all of you live, don't forget that!

Happy Birthday to ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Holy Crap! I'm obnoxious in my twenties! Hehe...)