It has come to our attention that Paul is now, actually, twenty-six, not 27 as we had previously stated. We regret the error. All proofreading, editorial, and fact-checking staff have been fired.
Since we didn't have time on Sunday (May had to work) Paul got his presents on Tuesday. That's Arthur Dent himself in my living room, bathrobe and all.
We then continued the celebration by going mini-golfing. Fiona beat us all by about 30 strokes, but I suspect that may be because she didn't play the last 15 holes. The holes she did play were a bit more reminiscent of hockey than golf...
Fine: be that way, Mr. Raccoon.
1 day ago