Happy (almost) birthday, Uncle C! 40 months old and counting!

[So that I don't forget to do this before or after work tomorrow--]

Happy birthday, Uncle Charlie! Another month older, and still dashing a squirrel as ever!

Just don't celebrate so seriously this month, please. It may be warmer outside, but I am highly uninterested in picking you up from Ray and Leanne's den again, drunk and smelly off your rocker, like I did last month on April 10th.  (That was a really nauseating excursion)

Still. I love you, Uncle C. Enjoy your big day tomorrow.

None of this, Uncle Charlie. Not this month.