Yesterday, July 26th, Der Bingle turned 67, with not as much enthusiasm as he had when he turned 16 and could drive; but still in good spirits since as he says, it’s so much better than the alternative. I did not write about it or send a blog Happy Birthday because I was afraid I would have a major punning spell and really that would have been so depressing for him.
So, one day late: Happy Birthday. See, still no puns, no limericks, no silly fonts. Gosh, I hope I don’t get his hopes up that it will last.