Happy Birthday, Gibson!

I just want to take a moment to tell my darling son Happy Birthday. He turned 15 years old today.

This, of course, is the end of life as I once new it. The sanctity of home life will now be disrupted by the arrival of the learner's permit - should he ever manage to actually study enough to pass the test. (Not that he failed that test just like I said he would if he didn't actually READ the manual.)

SIGH!

Perhaps I shall survive this particular phase in parenting. However, if you notice an unusual absence and/or silence from my realm of the universe, please take appropriate actions to insure my safety. After all, he'll be driving me around soon, and I want to be sure that somebody out there is looking out for me.