That’s right, folks. It is my birth week. And as I’ve pointed out to almost everyone who knows me, it is kind of a big deal. See, the thing is, having a birthday in January pretty much sucks. It is right after Christmas, so everyone is broke. And you can forget having a pool party. So, I have to make the most of it.

I know, I know. You didn’t need to be reminded. But I thought I’d go ahead while you still have time to order gifts. And cupcakes. And balloons. What? I am doing you a favor, really. I could just keep my expectations to myself and you would never meet them. And I don’t want you to feel like a failure. This way it’s win win. You’re welcome.