One year closer to the grave.
Today’s my birthday but before any of my six loyal visitors hit “leave reply,” you should know I’m not big on birthdays and do absolutely nothing to celebrate them. Ever.
I can recall three birthdays off the top of my head: when I turned six and my family took me to Six Flags, when I turned sixteen and was able to drive and when I turned twenty-one and was able to drink… legally. (I don’t actually remember-remember that last one but I’m certain I must have had a good time.)
The rest? Meh. Not so much.
This is a notable birthday though for a reason only other ad monkeys can appreciate: it’s the first– and I’m serious, here, the first– birthday I’ve had while working at an agency where I haven’t been on the road traveling. Seriously. The first.
It actually became somewhat of a joke at one of the places I worked. “Hey– Mack’s birthday is coming up; we need to send him to Chicago for a client meeting.” I would have been on the road this year, too, but a client meeting (in Chicago, no less) was postponed by a week.
So happy-happy-joy-joy, I get to spend a birthday at home. Sort of.
It seems my beloved she monkey has conspired with Michel and Tamara to make some sort of mischief this evening and I’m not entirely certain what the plans are.
Whatever they are, they should know I’m not big on birthdays and do absolutely nothing to celebrate them. Ever.
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