Happy Birthday, Dadaji (a.k.a. “The Admiral”)! He and I turn 90 today. He attended the Coronation of Queen Elizabeth II, commanded a country’s entire naval fleet, and will spend this weekend babysitting ZP and AP. I lay claim to turning 90 because that’s what most of my internets presence says. Whenever I am requested to provide my birth date, I like to screw up their third-party-info-selling databases and juke the stats by telling them I was born in 1920. Anyway. NINETY! And, as you know, 90 is the new 50.
Happy Birthday, Canada! Thanks for maple sugar candy (which I first tasted on a trip to the Niagara Falls), Wolverine (the best of the X-men), and The Kids In The Hall (where I first learned that Canadians do not ski all summer). I promise one day I will sample your poutine and then probably clog all my arteries in one fell swoop but you’ll share some of that tasty publicly-funded healthcare with me, right?