Just in case anybody would like to wish me a happy birthday...today is it. I'm 45.
We celebrated this morning with German chololate cake for breakfast and my wife got me the coolest gift ever...a dowling jig. That's right, a dowling jig...look it up!
The story about Keith Richards snorting his fathers ashes and my BD prompted a discussion this morning about our plans for....you know....after. I don't have any desire to be buried and promptly forgotten. I am going to be cremated and have my ashes stored in a cool looking urn with a state-of-the-art holographic projection of me looking at you with those creepy eyes that follow you around the room.
Feel free to leave your plans for...you know...after, in the comments section. I'll post them later.