While my other brothers are busy giving you flowers and dinners and cards and grandchildren, I will give you this, a post on my blog. It may not seem like much in comparison to their gifts, but if you take into account how enormously self-involved I am, the fact that I was able to turn the spotlight even slightly in your direction speaks to the depth of feelings I have for you. And really, when it comes right down to it, wouldn’t you rather have the love and devotion of your eldest, smartest and most handsome of sons? Flowers die, cards yellow and crack, grandchildren forget you and dinners just turn into poop, but the love of a good son will warm your heart deep into your golden years.
Your son,
Rhett
So, you didn’t like the special dinner on your birthday?
That dinner was much appreciated, and turned into the most delicious poop I’ve had in ages.
gross. well-played.
Thank you so much, son, for your unselfish act of posting a “Happy Birthday” message to me on your blog! I do appreciate it! Wherever did you get the picture? I always told you, and as you can tell from the picture, I was VERY young when I had you. But, as time has proven, you did turn out to be a well adjusted, intelligent, loving, handsome, articulate eldest son. Your blogs are evidence of that! I just wish you could relocate the August, September, October blogs from last year. They were some of my favorites!
Love you ….. Mom