Tuesday, June 20, 2006

My Baby Brother's 23rd Birthday is Saturday.

I feel old.


Thought I'd surprise him with something funny (ya know, to top the PeeWee's Playhouse Season 1 DVD I got him for Chanukah).

Then thought, "Hey... no one sends singing telegrams anymore. How funny would it be to send a large dancing chicken to his door at 6am on Saturday morning."

Damn. Talk about inflation. I'd be looking at a minimum of $150. Extra for Marilyn and Elvis- explain that one to me?


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