James Tucker Robbins (a.k.a. "Tucker"): While I am proud to be the latest in a long line of "James" in our family, for the sake of originality I am going to go by "Tucker" for now. Tucker the boy, not the car, the guy with the bow tie on Fox or the player of the year candidate from Wisconsin. With Parents from Baltimore, I'm just happy I didn't wind up with something too cutsie (Skip, Scooter, etc.) and/or androgynous (Carey, Casey, etc.).
I have some close friends who specify, "no gifts, please" at their birthday parties. I want to take a moment to commend their frugality, reflect upon our own good fortune and put material posessions in appropriate perspective with all of life's other blessings. Mostly though, I want to scream: S-U-C-K-E-R-S!!!!!
posted by Kevin @ 5:37 PM
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I don't care if 50 sold out and moved to a farm in Westchester, I'm still, "gonna party like it's [my] birfday."
Oh, one more thing, someone let LeBron know that there is a new "King James" in the house and I own the 23rd.
posted by Kevin @ 4:50 PM
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Cups? Check
posted by Kevin @ 3:25 PM
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Wow folks - photos just don't do this one justice. As amusing as it was to watch Mom and Aunt Maggie suck down helium and do their best "Alvin and the Chipmunks" impression, I have to wonder why anyone would go to all the trouble to fill the room with helium balloons, only to put them so far out of my reach? It was like a cruel game of tease the baby on his birthday.
posted by Kevin @ 2:54 PM
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