Good Monday to you all! Another Funny Bone Monday is upon us, and today we’ll be watching funny dogs celebrate birthdays. Why? Because my middle child has a birthday tomorrow. He’ll be 19 years old. I haven’t yet finished cleaning and assembling his rusty unicycle, so I’d best get hopping!
Here’s a great big happy birthday to my boy!
Wait, I mean, here’s his birthday card …
It’s a dog with hands! Where was he when I was looking for dogs with hands a few weeks ago?!?
Y’all, there is no end to creepy videos on the interwebs. And there are many, many dumb or poorly made videos. I try to spare your eyeballs when it comes to those. But I’m going to let you be the judge on this next happy birthday dog video. You tell me.
Oh my dog. I love this next one for its simplicity. It’s joi de vivre. This next video speaks to me. I’m really hoping that it says “Happy Birthday” to my son when he sees it.
This next one isn’t birthday, but it’s from my own collection. This is my youngest son, the Chicken Whisperer, farting to the classics. You’re welcome. I’m only including it as a special birthday gift to my oldest son.
Because my boy is turning 19, because he’s an adult, I’m including a photo of a sexy face. Smoldering.
And a couple of hot chicks sunbathing nekkid in the backyard.
Do you think he’ll be impressed? Happy to be turning 19? I’m trying to remember what we gave him for his 18th birthday (we struggle with birthdays around here), and I think I remember:
Surely the horse mask wasn’t the only thing we gave him for his 18th birthday? No no no. We sent him and his girlfriend to the Ren Faire for the day. Tickets and spending money. They came home sunburned and happy.
Seriously, though, here’s a photo of my boy.
And that’s a wrap! That unicycle isn’t going to clean and assemble itself! Happy birthday, Oliver. I love you!
Until I write again …