Good grief, not the ducks!
I didn’t remember the anniversary of Elvis’ death yesterday but did recall Mike’s birthday. I’m just a day late on the blog.
Happy Birthday Mike! I love you!
Of course I wasn’t alive when Mike was born but vividly remember the moment I heard Elvis had perished in a tragic bathroom accident. Hey, pills are tragic.
Sitting in my tedious little powder blue Dodge Neon, I’d just left work at the dental office after a grueling day of smelling other people’s bad breath. I really don’t know how dentists do it, bless their hearts.
Anyway, the news of El’s death spurted out of those hideous ten cent speakers and slapped me across the face and blouse. As bad news does. The worse the news, the more likely it is to stain your clothes. I had to burn the uniform.
The nation mourned and I had nightmares of dying like Elvis, slumped by the toilet, jim jams around my ankles.
So, I baked Mike -or whatever his name is- a carrot cake for his big day, but guess who’s eating most of it? Because the thing sits in close proximity to my person, I am drawn to it like a doomed moth to its vile seducer the flame.
This flame is quite tasty, with cream cheese frosting.
Which reminds me, the treadmill awaits.
Wonder if Mike minds sharing a post with the king? Nah. Maybe next year I’ll work in John Wayne too, somehow. Well, you never know.
17. August 2011 at 11:47 am
Happy birthday Mike!
Boy, Michelle stepped in that one didn’t she.
17. August 2011 at 12:42 pm
I cannot believe she got the two mixed up. Everybody knows that El’s birthday is January 8th… or maybe she’s never seen D.C. Cab. Busey should have gotten an oscar for that performance…
17. August 2011 at 1:06 pm
As my uncle replied on FB – “Elvis is dead?”
Seriously – I was eight years old when he died and remember the little message going along the bottom of the TV reporting his death. Of course, at that age having not yet developed a real appreciation for music and the arts, it didn’t register with me like it did so many others. But his death did illustrate how some of these greats end up dying unglamorous and pitiful deaths. At least he didn’t drown in his own puke like Jimi Hendrix or John Bonham.
17. August 2011 at 1:35 pm
“Elvis isn’t dead, he just went home” ~Kay
Funny how little things stick with you…
17. August 2011 at 4:51 pm
Elvis’ death did not really make a big impact in my life, the way it did for so many. I’m not really sure why, perhaps it was because the war was still fairly fresh in my mind.
I’m not saying I’m glad he died, of course, it’s just “people live, then they die.”
When we went through Memphis that time on the way to the Shiloh Battlefield we did not even go in Graceland.
More importantly: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Mike!!!!!!!111!!!!!!ELEVENTY!!!! May your back stay limber and your dick stiff!
17. August 2011 at 5:03 pm
He’ll appreciate that, Peter!
17. August 2011 at 8:12 pm
17. August 2011 at 7:55 pm
Happy Birthday! May your life not end while sitting on the pot.
17. August 2011 at 8:24 pm
A fervent wish for us all!
17. August 2011 at 11:07 pm
Happy Birthday ‘Mike’ (or whatever your name is). And what Peter said, except I really wouldn’t say it to my husband, let alone someone else’s husband. But as long as it’s real…
18. August 2011 at 7:58 am
He’s been so busy since coming home from his California trip that he’s not even come to the blog… but this will make him smile…
21. August 2011 at 5:00 pm
yes it did – thank you everyone