Ok, so not really. But! When I called to wish him a happy birthday, it went something like this.
answering machine….. BEEP
Happy birthday to you! You live in a zoo! You look like a monkey, and you smell like one too!
From, sister monkey.
So this is the year that all my brothers and I will be in their 30’s…. Jason however, is the oldest monkey of the group.
Speaking of monkeys, when we were growing up, we had the run of the neighborhood. There were few houses and a lot of trees. One of Jason’s favorite things that I can remember is him climbing up to the top of the trees and riding them down to the ground. Obviously, they weren’t big trees if they could bend that far, but you always knew which trees Jason had been in because they were slightly bent. I have another Jason story, but I am so not going to post that one. He would kill me, my mother would kill me… you get the idea ;)
Happy Birthday, Jason.