HB to M's B

Yesterday was my blog’s birthday: Happy Birthday to Mike’s Blog!  Yea! 3 cheers! Hip, Hip, Crapola!!!
.
We celebrated the auspicious occasion by going out on the town, drinking a magnum of Dom Perignon champagne, having a fantastic prime rib dinner, returning home and making mad passionate love to the wee hours.  If you believe that pack of lies, perhaps you’d like to buy a famous bridge.  There’s one nearby and such a deal I’ll give you.  Well, it was sort of believable until the ‘making love to the wee hours’ part.
.
Truthfully? Forgot all about it.  It popped into my mind at 2:01 AM today, the day after.  So, at 2:06 AM, I hopped out of bed, made a pot of coffee, and hustled to the computer to memorialize the non-event with this blog post.  Dinner was actually the gotta-empty-the-fridge special: frozen meatballs (5 each), frozen spinach, pickled beets and French bread.  It’s not as bad as it sounds: we nuked the frozen stuff.
.
Back to the blog, 135 posts were made during its first year of existence.  Who’d a thunk I had that much to write about?  Everybody that knows me, I suppose.  Anybody that knows me very well has long since come to realize I’m choc full o’ BS.  Relatively few, however, probably suspected how deep it really was.
.
Not a bad idea, though, the champagne, got a chilled bottle in the fridge.  So much to celebrate: Blog’s Birthday, Memorial Day, the arrival of my brother Pat and his wife Julie for a short visit, and launching our summer tour.  If that’s not cause enough, there’s always the fridge cleaning issue: that bottle’s been in there several months and I don’t think champagne improves with age - not the cheap swill we buy anyway.