When Jesus was my age, he rode triumphantly into Jerusalem on the back of a donkey, ran the tax collectors out of the Temple, celebrated his last Seder with his disciples, and got arrested, beaten and crucified.
So it should be an interesting year. I’ll be keeping a close eye on you all around Holy Week.
One more year of eligibility for being Christlike. One year until I beat, I mean, outlive him.
Looking forward to year thirty-three.
Happy Birthday Chutney! Can we celebrate in the Festivus tradition–you know, the airing of grievances and pole wrestling? (wrestling, not dancing). Wait wait…the image of Chutney pole dancing is coming to me…OH MY EYES! MY EYES! Make it stop!
Yeah, happy birthday anyway. (i’m on big time cold medicine, can you tell?)
is it bad that I made that birthday calendar and completely forgot yours?
Happy Birthday man.
You’ll be interested to know that you’re outliving-jesus thing has survived at work. Spud mentioned a month or so ago about you hitting jesus’s age.
I was mortified :-D
Happy birthday, Chutney!