I blog, therefore it's my birthday...

My form of blogic--it's my birthday, so I've given myself a blog. No fuss. No muss.

About this birthday. Something's up. Bennie called a few minutes ago and asked me to bring the camera home and to park in front of the house. I'm getting excited!!! He says he has a gift for me on the deck and he wants to give it to me. Now our deck is about 600-feet square, so it could be almost anything. A year's supply of chocolate maybe? One can hope. I don't believe in The Secret, but some of my friends do. They say you attract what's on your mind, and yes, chocolate is a fixation, so there you go. I can see the stacks and stacks of boxes, arranged neatly like firewood, gracing the backdrop of the Sangres...damn, the suspense is a killer. In 78 minutes, I'll close the gallery. It takes 28 minutes to drive home. Correction. It'll take 27 minutes today, since I'll be parking in front of the house. Let me do the math. That's 106 minutes. A little less than the length of your average movie. That reminds me. I wasted lots of time today making a list of favorite movies to put on My Profile. I never had a Profile before. It's grueling.
75 minutes and counting...