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Have you ever noticed that the majority of significant quarters of your natural life take place within the first 3 years of your existence, with precious little spare change remaining? Think about it: Your quarter second, minute, and day all happen within moments of your meeting the Man in White (Who will, one year hence, return to return you to the womb!). Give it another few days and you've polished off the fortnight and week. The quarter year sneaks up before you know it and by the ripe old age of 2 and a half, you're waving goodbye to your first quarter decade! At that point, though, you've got some time to figure out your life: the quarter parties have started to take their toll on you and your sub-three year old liver is already showing signs of aging. Mull your options and think about what you've done, because it will be twenty two and a half years until you throw your next quarter-bash. Which puts you at the quarter century mark. Barring major advances in pharmaceuticals, this will be your last.
And so the pocket comes up clean and the kid is unscathed, aside from the chronic maladies that the Blue Eyed Gopher's Cousin is sure will kill him. Sayonara, quarter century! I'm 25 today and, while the calendar cursed me with a Monday, the weekend was pretty great cabining, canoeing, and boating.
Does it look like she's freaking out? Because I'm pretty sure she was hyperventilating. It was a short-lived trip.
And so the pocket comes up clean and the kid is unscathed, aside from the chronic maladies that the Blue Eyed Gopher's Cousin is sure will kill him. Sayonara, quarter century! I'm 25 today and, while the calendar cursed me with a Monday, the weekend was pretty great cabining, canoeing, and boating.
Does it look like she's freaking out? Because I'm pretty sure she was hyperventilating. It was a short-lived trip.More to come... Happy 4th!
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