Today is the birthday of one of my greatest friends. Just the other day Dr. Wagner, and myself were reminiscing about him shoving Gorjus into the mud to ruin his favorite sweater, and teach him a lesson about materialism. Perhaps there was no lesson about materialism, but it was funny.
Wyatt, I hope you have a wonderful day, and a great year. Thanks for being my friend.
One of my favorite Wyatt stories involves him having a party in his room after hours…with…gasp…a girl! The RA heard it and came knocking on the door. Wyatt’s brilliant ploy to hide the girl? Why throw a blanket over her of course! Mind you, she wasn’t on the bed or the couch, but in the middle of the damn floor, and then Wyatt proceeded to lean against her like she was a beanbag chair or something. Funny enough, it didn’t work. Sigh, I miss those days sometimes.
happy b-day wyatt!
Whoo!! Are you 30?? OLD! I can hear yr bones creaking all the way down here!