Let’s break Waffle House.
Well, not break it. But fill it to capacity and eat all the waffles. Everyone wins like that. (Sort of.)
Excuse me, good sir! Do you have any boysenberry syrup?
It’s my birthday today, and boy is it nice to be here on earth. So, I’m celebrating by inviting everyone to go see The Grinch at the movie theater, and then go eat waffles afterwards. (No presents required, just buy your own ticket and waffles, man. I’m a gracious monarch. All Hail King Josh XXXVIII)
(I’m starting to resemble super bowl numbers.)
So, if you’re in town, come on by.
I’m off to load DJ gear. A local nursing home inquired about December calendars, and we scheduled the Christmas jam today to be coincidentally festive. “It’s my birthday, man!”
Last year, I snuck a cake into the meeting of the writing group, and lit it mid-session. This year’s grandstanding is still secret, but fair warning, it’s even worse.
What a fun day. I’m celebrating Being.
Hope to see you at The Grinch!
-Josh
I like to give my mother a present on this day, as she labored for THIRTY HOURS to deliver me. Here’s a sign for the pond in her yard, and a tip of the hat to a book we both love.
Happy “Being”! (Happy birthday) 🎉 Hope it’s a good one Josh!