Somebody’s two-quarters in change today and he’s looking pretty damn f-i-i-i-i-ne for his age. (Even if he can no longer see well enough to tell for himself.)
So I want to give a huge boinking-blowjout-bulging-butt-banging-birthday congratulations and best wishes to one of my favorite blogger buddies and friends:
Men and wine DO get better with age, and I’ll take a tall glass of Rob any day. Happy Birthday, buddy. You know I love you more than my luggage, even if you do have the same skin texture now.