What Do You Call Summer?
Timm's birthday always creeps up on me somehow. Why do I always wonder if perhaps it is in July after all? Then there's the fact that it is tomorrow, because of the international date line and all. My dentist asked me the other day how old my brother was and I just couldn't figure it out because I was so tense from an accumulation of too many painful tooth treatments this year and the anticipation of yet another. But I'm not as confused as many people are about the Southern Hemisphere. Someone really did once ask me what we call summer. She thought maybe we would call it winter. I have lots of stories like that, but I won't share them, because you know, there are many countries in the world I have no idea about.
I think this is all just a long winded way of saying Happy Birthday Timothy Tane.
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sub-50! Now that my brain isn't paralysed by fear of pain, I can do maths again.