Happy birthday to me.
Today is my birthday, one I share with Scottish bard Robert Burns and, I still have yet to enjoy (if that's the appropriate word) a haggis. That is, beyond my having been once granted the customary gift basket by the Freefall Forum, containing a canned, albeit virtual, sampling of such.
And, I took my only ride in to the dealership, facing a possible $1500 transmission repair or replacement, causing family to postpone the traditional party celebrating my latest trip 'round the sun. Happy birthday to me: the cake is, indeed, a lie.
On the plus side, a break in the weather has since uncovered the last of New Year's Eve sabrage attempt, a piccy of which I now, belatedly, post.
Behold: the cork!
And, I took my only ride in to the dealership, facing a possible $1500 transmission repair or replacement, causing family to postpone the traditional party celebrating my latest trip 'round the sun. Happy birthday to me: the cake is, indeed, a lie.
On the plus side, a break in the weather has since uncovered the last of New Year's Eve sabrage attempt, a piccy of which I now, belatedly, post.
Behold: the cork!