older, wiser, lazier

On Sept. 30, I turned 33. I was too lazy to worry about posting that day, so you can be lazy about wishing me well.

My friend Tony, and his wife, Monica, gave me a great gift: a tribute to my laziness. They gave me a t-shirt. Now, a t-shirt in and of itself isn't lazy. That's determined by a couple of factors: (a) what one does while wearing the t-shirt, and (b) what the t-shirt says.

The t-shirt says it all. I'll change the question mark to an exclamation point if you bring me another margarita.

Thanks, Tony & Monica!