Or, in the cosmic sense of the word, the blink of an eye.
In any case, seven years ago today, we…
“Uh, cousin…wasn’t there supposed to be a cake?”
Yeah, well. Cheerless insisted.
“You didn’t let him…”
What could I do, Fearless? He’s been watching “The Next Food Network Star” every week saying, “shoot, I could do that.”
“But his idea of haute cuisine is cheese in a can.”
“Fromage de la boite,” if you please.
“You don’t mean…”
Yeah, he’s got the whole set of Rosetta Stone French language guides. He says he’s finding his inner Julia Child.
“Well, he’s got that half right.”
Uh, oh…here he comes.
“Well…here we are…
“Gee, cousin…it’s a little like your blog. All over the place.”
Well, he gets an ‘A’ for effort.
“And apparently he ends ‘birthday’ with the same letter.”
Now, now. Let’s just remember the seven years of fun we’ve had and hope for at least seven more.
“You guys gonna cut the cake?”
Tell you the truth, I think I’m more of a pie guy.