Happy Birthday to Me

It's my birthday today. I'm not really pro-worldly celebrations, but when I found out that I celebrate my birthday with GW Bush, well I had to go big. My wife gave me her gift early this morning before the kids were up -- I have an unsettling suspicion that Liberty was already up and took a peek through the open crack in our bedroom curtains. There are some lovely rose bushes right outside our bedroom window, but I'm sure my vocal appreciation of my wife's lingerie-parading got the better of his curiosity. I'll have to debrief him later -- don't want him getting ideas about anything other than the missionary position being acceptable for the righteous. I overstepped my boundaries this morning ...

What am I going to do for the public side of my celebrations? Well, I've got a public rally planned at the local shopping centre during lunch. Nothing like a public reading of an imprecatory psalm to get the blood flowing -- okay, my morning activities did the job as well. But I need an additional buzz.

I'm then going to treat myself to a few new paintball items. Then I'm taking the whole family out to feed the penguins. I may squeeze in a shark cage-dive, a jetski trip to Robben Island (where I'll read another imprecatory psalm remembering the future judgment of God on all involved in the release of Mandela), and to end it all, we'll spend a significant amount of recent donor funds on an expensive dinner. No alcohol.

Please don't send cards or gifts. But my mission will gladly accept any funds you may have spent on a worldly gift. After today, I'll need to replenish one or two accounts.

Fight the good fight.