Happy birthday, Bill

For all he put me through growing up,

he shouldn't get a birthday card from me!

Bet you couldn't find two cousins

that fought more than we did.

Some of those arguments

were because of what he made me do.

You see, he loved (and still loves) cars.

His dad used to take him to all the car dealerships

in the small town where we lived.

He'd collect all the brochures

one for me and one for him.

And then he used to make me play

"car school."

You heard me right.

Car School.

WHO plays car school?

He gave me homework and told me
to study the brochures.

Then he'd give me written tests.

He loved his red pencil!

And his favorite grade was an "F" - must have been

his favorite because that's what he always gave me.
I'm still traumatized!

Now that we're a little older,

we don't fight any more.

And we don't play that silly car school either.

Now we recommend good books to each other.

Hence, the image on his birthday card.

!! Shocker !!
He spent Father's Day going to a car show.
Suppose he's surprising me with a new car?
For all of the bad grades he used to give me?
Well he should, don't you agree?

Happy birthday, Billy.
You see, he'll always be Billy to me!