Today is the birthday of my beautiful, talented and very pregnant wife. It also happens to be the 25th anniversary of the death of Elvis, and we've both had just about enough of it. Elvis this and Elvis that. Everywhere you look or listen, all you get is Elvis.

He's quite dead, people. Dead, dead, dead. If you don't believe it, go dig him up. Even if you don't want to admit that he's dead, just admit that he wasn't all that amazing, let the guy retire and find someone new to worship. The Beatles aren't all dead yet; why not try them for a few years? Maybe then we can all get over “The King” and have some peace and quiet to celebrate by lovely wife's birthday.

Happy birthday, Debses 🙂