I wish, just once, I could refresh my blog and be surprised with a new entry.

When I was five, my parents asked me what I wanted for my sixth birthday. I told them I wanted a Surprise Party. Think about that for a moment, and then consider how awesome my parents are that they pulled it off. I got my surprise party. My dad and I rode our bicycles around areas of Bartow that I’d never been to before, which distracted me during the time leading up to the party.  The party itself was at Ritchie’s Northern Pizza (yes, my love for pizza is over two decades old.) They took me there for dinner and all of my friends were hiding under the tables in the restaurant. It was awesome; my parents were, and are, awesome.

I’m still optimistically refreshing for that unexpected blog post, though.