Neener, neener, neener, neener. I can’t hear you!
I’ve got my hands over my ears and I can’t hear you!
I’m not listening to all the talk about how today is the 50th anniversary of the day that President John F. Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas.
Mostly I’m not listening because I’m busy humming the birthday song to myself.
I get so very tired of hearing how we should all be mourning on my birthday because JFK was shot. Fortunately, over the years, that furor has died down, but it’s back to being annoying this year because it’s a significant-year anniversary.
So, screw it.
I’m not listening.
I’m headed off to enjoy my birthday. With cake and presents and family and friends.
I’ll talk to you dudes later.