I wish I could express how much I love myself for thinking up that title. Although if you read my high school diary you may agree that my love for myself extends beyond just this morning and the title-thinking-up-ness. Have I told you about my lenient rules? And straight teeth?
I got a letter from my TinyTown friend, Lucy. You may recall that last month, Marvin and I journeyed to TinyTown to help celebrate the 80th birthday of our friend, the good Dr. Whit. Lucy was kind enough to send us a photo of said celebration.
Okay, so this is a scan of a printout of an email. I understand I am no Francisco Scavullo, and yes, I do realize this is the 40th time I've used Francisco Scavullo as an example of a good photographer, and that I need to expand my repertoire. Shut up.
So, Lucy said Dr. Whit's 80 candles, up there, look like some sort of terrorist's bomb about to go off. And have I mentioned that our fine government often looks at this blog? I have no idea if they think I am a threat to national security or someone there is just goofing off at work. Anyway, I just said, "terrorist bomb," so we can be assured they will visit today. Hi, government! Go on over to Cafe Press and get you a Bye Bye, Pie mug! All good Americans are doing it!
But back to Whit. We should all be so lucky to have 80 candles on our birthday cakes one day, and I was thinking this and generally getting a kick out of Lucy's letter and this cute photo. Then I noticed I was in the background.
Oh, look, I thought, there's me, grinning manically. I guess I was excited to eat cake. Then I saw who was standing next to me, and of course it was Marvin, but…
Oh, Marvin. Aren't the two of us supposed to be the sophisticated big-city slickers? I can't take you anywhere.