Why is it that I can never remember birthdays (or a lot of things for that matter)? For my dad's big 60th this year I even set a google reminder for myself so as not to forget his big day. Where was that alert?? I even forgot my little sista's 25th this year. I guess now that I'm not glued to an office computer I can't function without my alerts. Sad.
Well I hope my dad at least received his Obama bobble head on-time. Not nearly as funny as the booyah-screaming Jim Cramer he sent me, but hopefully he'll appreciate it none the less. Now we'll just have to plan a father-daughter hunting excursion before it gets too cold.
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