¡Mi padre esta loco!

Dad.

Dude.

I don't know whether it was bad reporting or a bad memory but somewhere along the way I ended up being nine months older in this blog entry on WRAL's Web site. I'll be 24 on Dec. 4, if you'll recall...

(Dave Matthews Band comes to mind right now: "Every dog has its day, every day has its way of being forgotten - Mom it's my birthday — What would you say? What could you say? What would you say?"

On second thought, though, this might end up working in my favor... That extra three-quarters of a year might help me have a shot at Social Security benefits.

Thanks Dad.

I love you!