Byron, you freaky deaky....
The other day, oh, about the 29th, I'd say, I thought, "Miles is ten days old!" And then I thought, "there was something important happening on the 29th." Then I thought, "well, I'll just eat these muffins and contemplate how glad I am that my son wasn't born on this unfortunate day..."
And then I choked on a muffin a little bit.
If I could turn back time (like Cher, or Superman, depending on how you look at things), I would wish you a happy birthday. But I cannot. Well, not for that, anyway.
Quinnnnnnnnnnnnnnn