It's a song I really get.
MIDC turned ten in the wee hours of the morning this morning. Ten years ago today, I remember being thrilled with his timing:
- It was the only night the Orioles hadn't been playing on TV (this was back before Washington had the Nats)
- It had been the night of the annual condo board meeting and I'd had the best reason in the world not to attend.
- By shuffling onto this mortal coil after midnight, he'd bought himself, and RFB, an extra day's recovery at the hospital
He's given us a gazillion things more to be thrilled about since then.
We eat cake and open presents tonight and hit the road tomorrow for our annual visit to Atlantic City. (For my birthday, we go to Chuck E. Cheese's).
We've got ocean swimming, miniature golf, ski-ball, and tickets to see the Atlantic City Surf on the agenda for Wednesday through Sunday. Also boardwalk hot dogs, one of the bestest candy stores in the whole world across from Caesar's, and (if Dad's been winning at blackjack) rides in pushcarts. And an amusement park on the big pier. With bumper cars.
It's 2 days off of work for me and RFB, 2 days of family instead of sports camp for Monkeyboy (with a prospect of Uncle L. driving down to join us for the ballgame), and a no-deadlines atmosphere for 5 full days. Hoorah.
See you when we get back.