33! 33! 33! 33!

Thirty-three years and nine months ago, I was conceived on the banks of some little river in Kansas over a 4th of July holiday. When my parents weren't shagging in their tent, Dad fished while Mom passed the time blowing up frogs with little firecrackers.

On the day of my big debut, Mom had a bad sunburn, and I had partially formed hip-joints which landed me in a big plaster cast for the first 6 months of my life. Followed by a year or so in a lower body brace.

Because of that, I can now put both feet behind my head. I'm not sure when this will come in handy, but there is a reason for all things.

Tonight is my birthday festivities. Fun and frivolity will ensue. Some folks will be lucky enough to get late night phone calls. As in me calling and singing happy birthday to you.

So charge up your phones and consider yourselves warned.