Stand Up and Cheer Him: He’s Old
A very happy 17th birthday to my little brother, Mathgeek! He was correct in that he got an iPod for his birthday (which cost less than mine, damnit!) and that he’d have a homemade cake today (though that right there was not my doing even though I provided a recipe). I believe the little dude (well, not so little) had to work tonight, but he did get to enjoy an afternoon celebration that I joined via the marvelous technology of telephony communication. Woo!
Happy, happy birthday, my dear lad. And you’re actually not that old, but soon you’ll be heading off to college and then I’ll really be feeling my late twenties (not, as others claim, my early thirties). Though I guess I will be 30 when you start college!
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Thank you. It was a wonderful birthday.
Good to hear that! I hope you enjoy your piece of Apple technology. :)
Happy birthday, Mathgeek! Love you :)
Happy Birthday, Mathgeek! Please give Wordnerd lots of grief on her next visit.
On my honor, I promise to do that IP.
WordNerd can giveth, and WordNerd can taketh away. Be nice or I’ll appropriate your new iPod. I technically still own it!
IP: Oh, you’ll pay for that.
Give it to me, WordNerd. It’s a pretty sweet gizmo.
Nah, she’ll step on it with her heel.
Dorkus: You can have my current iPod once I take Mathgeek’s.
Mathgeek: Why were you up so late!?
It was late?
Nearly 11:30PM on a school night? I’d say so, young man!
Yes, take it from Wordnerd, the parties shouldn’t last past 9:30! :)
To quote my wonderful father:
“Hah. Hah.”
And yet I cannot help but notice the timing of my last comment, and then the timing of your response. They speak for themselves, no? :) :)
Hehe…IP got you good!
Can’t wait to see you tomorrow!
Dorkus! I can’t believe you took IP’s side! You’re supposed to be my ally!
IP: That’s it, I’m not buying you beer for five weeks.
Dorkus: I’m not buying you a vanilla creme. Only A and Mathgeek get one (unless, of course, they too stab me in the back).
Oh boo hoo even if you decide not to get me one, I have a peice of plastic that’ll allow me to go to starbucks by myself and get one.
Fine–I’m not getting any of you ingrates shit. Comments are fucking closed.