The ever-elusive Mr. K.*
Today is Randal's birthday. We don't have anything crazy planned, though we did rent a car for the weekend so we could tool around town. Tonight we are going bowling with some friends, tomorrow night we are going out for a nice fancy dinner, and Randal also took Monday off from work (lucky duck - I have two classes to teach and am not so fortunate).
He is, of course, turning 27. Give or take a decade or so.
* I like the almost-artsy feel of this pic, or at least the fact I can pretend it was planned to take it that way, rather than merely a bad cropping job after-the-fact or one of those unplanned moments where the subject suddenly turns his head as the shutter snaps. Plus the fact that there seems to be (my) fingers growing from his neck adds a certain Lovecraftian element, no?
3 comments:
Happy Birthday, Randal!
Live long and prosper!
27? 27??? My younger brother is NOT 27. 28 maybe...but not 27... (although, gee, now that I think of it, that would make me, heh heh heh, 37. okay, yup, Happy 27th Birthday Randal. :o) k.
LOL - good way to view the world, eh Keri? His 27th also makes me, uh, almost 22. Yeaaaahhh, that sounds about right!
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