Tomorrow is my dad’s birthday. Thursday is my mom’s birthday. Last Thursday was my friend Kristin’s birthday. And this Friday is my friend Rachel’s birthday. I always do this: I realize (way too late) that I don’t have time to send a birthday present. I’m sure Kristin and Rachel will survive (and maybe not even notice), but mom and dad really should get a little something for having to put up with me for all those years. Plus, they’re pretty cool people. Their day must be celebrated. It’s the least I can do. No, the least I can do is nothing. It’s the least I should do.

The phone call will happen. The email will be sent. An eCard might even be deployed. It just occurred to me that my mom constitutes a significant percentage of this blog’s readership so I probably shouldn’t go on about how sitting by her mailbox this Thursday might not be the best idea. Yes, open mouth and remove foot.

So… mom, dad, Kris, Rachel – this one’s for you: