Dear Uncle Frank and Aunts Judi, Johnny, and Lake,
It's been a long two days since I wrote you last. I know you are all very busy this weekend, but if you are around, Mom and Dad and are throwing me a 100th day pre-birthday party. Although technically I have not been born yet, in the traditional sense of the word, I have been working pretty hard in making myself in the image of Mom and Dad - both incredibly flattered that I chose them to fashion myself in their image - especially big fat Dad. Anyhow, on Saturday, 25th of September, the entire London Terrace Apartment is have their Annual Street Fair but Dad called them and told them about my 100 day pre-birthday party so they are re-naming the fair in honor of me this year. Now entitled the LBG London Terrace Street Fair. I am very honored to have been named the grand master of the fair. I also thought this was a clever idea because when is the next time that you get to celebrate 100 except when you are 100 years old and by then, I will probably not be as spritely and child-like as I am now. Though my Great-Grandfather on my Mom's side (her grandfather) lived to 97. Wow. So, I do have a pretty good shot of living 100 years and seeing January 1, 2111. I know it sounds freaky. In 2111, Dad will be close to 143 then, he will be one OLD MAN in every sense of the word and Mom will be 134 and if I wait as long as Dad waited to have me, then my children will probably see 2154. So, to sum this up, since Dad was on the slow track to having children, his grandchildren may still have a picture of him nearly 200 years after his birth or whatever device that we will have then to hold pictures, images, photos, etc. Ok, now that I sufficiently freaked everyone out with my view on numerology and mortality, I am in need of a story from Dad, so good night to all and I hope some of you will come celebrate my 100th day pre-BIRTH day party on Saturday.
Love you all,
LBG
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