Friday Fallout (down?) - #9 Dream

Sorry for the lack of posts (again). I forgot where I left my blog. I thought I left it on the kitchen counter, then I swore it was in my other pants.

I guess that's what happens when you get old. Or so they tell me. I can't remember who it was that told me, so that person is just "they" now. They tell me the first thing to go is your...Where was I? Oh yeah.

How about those Sox, huh? What's that? That's not where I was? Can I get a little help here? I'm not really anywhere? I'm doddering? I thought that was just a term for old people.

Oh. That's right.

I'm a codger. A curmudgeon. Or, as Kate Hepburn so aptly put, "an old coot." Can you hear the loons?

So, I turn 40 on Sunday. They tell me it's the new 20. Or the new 30. Hell, 40 is the new black. Don't people in mourning wear black? That's so not a good sign.

Last night Mrs. Big Dubya told me I couldn't look at any blogs. Immediately, a nervous tic developed above my right eye. No blogs?, I asked. Nope, none. "I'm supposed to use my feminine wiles on you to keep you from reading anyone." As soon as we both stopped laughing and regained our composure, she threatened some part of my anatomy that I need not mention here and repeated her desire that I not surf through Google Reader. And I didn't. Well, I did look at TV Squad (this is Gilmore Girls' last season? Son-of-a...) and I had to download the Tenth Wonders podcast because I'm all about all things Heroes right now (back me up Whit. Whit?). But, that was it.

And, I'm glad I stayed away until this morning. Apparently, through the wonders of the internet, Kara was able to gather some bloggers for a surprise birthday party for yours truly. Who knew you could get so many egos comment whores great people in one room?

I must say, I'm touched. Big, blogger hugs go to (I am not linking to all of them, I think my arthritis is kicking in): Kara (the hostess with the mostest (I'm sorry, that's just horrible)), Arwen, Sarah (Corona? Really?), Dawnan, Lance, Matthew (um...bite me - how those Giants doing?), Darren, Peter, Kevin, Steve, Jay, Kemp, MIM, Chicky (do those come in XLs?), Chag (please, for the love of God, put your shirt on), L, Velma, Andie, Mamma Loves and Douglas with his pinata. To my DadCentric homies - Jason (you've made me feel like...like...Mark Twain just the dead part, not talent-wise) and Tony (take off, eh? Just once I want to beat Gary's.) and Chris (yes, schadenfreude of the highest order - I guess that would be uberschadenfreude). If there's anyone I missed, I'll make up for it later.

Thanks to you all. I'm gonna go now. I'm a little tired. I think I need a nap. Can't be falling asleep during Bingo tonight.