Here we go…!
Some of you may recall that Weasel Birthday is in early May. This one is my 60th, and I’ve pondered all year what I should do for such a landmark birthday. Party? Dinner? Tattoo?
And then a voice came out of the sky and it said “Nothing! Thou shalt do nothing on this very special birthday.”
So that’s it, then. I didn’t want a tattoo anyway. I’ve got whatever loot Uncle B managed to get through the blockade, some nice food and a case of beer ready for the fridge.
That’s right. I think I might experiment with the exciting world of daytime drinking.
If the weather is nice this week — and it’s supposed to be — I shall sit in the sun, play the banjo, drink beer and burble to my chickens.
If it isn’t nice, I shall sit inside, play video games, drink beer and burble to Uncle B.
I’m not saying I won’t post, but just in case I’m indisposed at my usual posting time, I have queued up 5 fancy numerals, one for each day of the week, to launch at 9pm WBT. There may also be words, but I’m not promising.
You may do whatever you like in the comments, I’ll be busy burbling.
May 4, 2020 — 9:00 pm
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