I didn’t realize it until this afternoon. Waiting for maple bacon donuts from Voodoo in Portland to celebrate, but not holding my breath. Just sayin’.
Simple Justice
I didn’t realize it until this afternoon. Waiting for maple bacon donuts from Voodoo in Portland to celebrate, but not holding my breath. Just sayin’.
This is a very interesting post. I will bookmark for future review.
Missed Mardi Gras by one day.
Tell me about it. Instead of boobs, I get soot.
Congratulations!
Mmm… maple bacon donuts…
My thoughts exactly.
Do they have candles??
aren’t a number of commenters boobs?
[yes i know]
Taste one and it doesn’t matter.
Easy there, big guy.
I know, I’m a day late. Congrats, Scott.
You have been blogging longer than I have been practicing law.
Thank you, Jordan. To give it even more context, I’ve been practicing law longer than you’ve been alive. I have shoes older than you. My briefcase was broken in before you were toilet trained. I passed the bar before you were a twinkle in your father’s eye. Yes, I’ve been blogging for a while now, and I appreciate your contributions to the blawgosphere very much.
Frankly, I’m surprised to hear that it has ONLY been 6 years. When I came into the blawgosphere three-and-a-half years ago, it seemed as if SJ had been around forever. It almost seemed as if you knew what you were doing.
Internet time is very relative, more of a space-internet continuum that warps one’s perspective.
Happy anniversary! I hope the donuts make an appearance. If, by chance, they’re diverted in my direction, I promise to forward at least one.
Thank you, but the expectation that I will see a maple bacon donut again without visiting the beautiful city of Portland ranges from none to substantially less than none.
Happy anniversary. It might sound odd, but thanks for setting the bar so high.
Thanks, Keith, but I didn’t set any bar. We each stand or fall on our own with every post.
Six years old and still just as cute and cuddly as you always were.
Very lawyerly compliment. Well done, Turk.
You want boobs?
Now you’ve embarrassed me.
Six, mymy. You’re growing up!
Or at least I’m getting older.
Beats the alternative. Happy Birthday!
Congratulations! Hope we see many more!
Thanks, Don.