Happy Birthday to Jim!

He's my brother-in-law, and a great guy. I think he stopped reading just after I came back the 1st time, but I am sure it's because he switched to a job that keeps him in the field and on the road. It couldn't be because while I live in Oregon the only thing I have to blog about is the rain, my crankiness, and most recently, the 473 needle-size holes all over my thighs, shins and back. If I ever get pulled over for anything and they strip search me they're going to think I'm a heroin addict. Except that, well, let's just say I don't have the typical body type of a heroin addict... yeah. We'll just say that.

I feel like SOME kind of addict since this is the 11th day in a row that I have had to get up before 5 and take a shower immediately. I don't like to shower more than 6 times in a week, so this is really pushing it. I'm not going to complain about how tired I am since there are SCORES of people who work 6 and 7 day work weeks on a regular basis, without complaining, so just maybe keep in mind that I am a whiner and kinda selfish (kinda) and it doesn't need to be said that I CAN'T WAIT TO SLEEP IN ON SATURDAY.

None of that has anything to do with Jim, who's birthday it is, and it's one of those lost birthdays, you know, where you can't remember if it's like 53 or 54 or even 55 and really, I mean, does that even matter? Maybe it would to him. Hm. I'll ask. Until then, HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIM!