I just had a birthday… the actual date isn’t important… (take that, identity thieves)… and Jessica, my older daughter, bought me land in Scotland. And the title of ‘Laird’ or ‘Lord’ in Scotland literally means; ‘landowner’ because only the nobility could own land. So buying land comes with a title. I am still waiting for the paperwork and my identification card to come, but as of now I can go to the DMV and have Lord Arthur Browne put on my license if I want to.
Here is my new family crest…
Glencoe is the Scottish Highland province where my land and title reside. Granted, it is only one square foot of land, and it is tied to a wee bit of the highland that is held in a conservancy. But still, how many other Lords do you know?
The downside of all this birthday nonsense is that I am now, as my wife gleefully pointed out to me… and everybody we know on Facebook… old enough to get a senior discount in many restaurants… sigh…
As an adopted person, I always imagined that my parents were a royal prince from some small European country and a high-price Vegas hooker. Now I have the title so I can stop waiting for that phone call.
Pouring My Art Out 
Laird Art!
It is all absolutely true
Happy Birthday Lord Arthur, king of the minions!
Thanks, oh most loyal of them all…
My Lord, what will you think of next?
I don’t know… I haven’t thought of it yet… ha
All I have is… me lord.
clever
Happy belated birthday Lord Arthur- sorry I’m late. If you really are a Lord then I hope you know it is now your duty to confer noble status on your clan of minions…you do want us to be proper minions and all, correct my Lord?
That is like saying that a King has to make all the peasants into nobles…
Well I thought you held your minions in much higher esteem than mere peasants. Hmm…
Well somebody has to get the chores done… we can’t all be Barons and Princes and Duchesses…
I actually do have royalty in my blood on my dad’s side from England. It was researched and well documented. So there. I might even trump your Lordship.
Then you ought to know that without some peasants, noting will ever get done around here,,,
Never thought that you would advocate for keeping the little guy down, but I guess I was mistaken.
Being a minion requires a certain sense of humor about what it means to be a minion.
Oh ok then. I will laugh at myself more often then
It is part of the job description
congrats “Lord pouring of the art”
thanks
de nada my lordship.. hah!
…ooo000ooo…
Happy belated Birthday but I’m so not calling you lord anything!
fine
ha!
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Oh Lord, because you are so super…Gosh, we’re all really impressed down here I can tell you (thought I’d stay with the Monty Python thing).
First a Twitter deity and now a Laird/Lord…what’s next? 😉
Happy Birthday, milord!
Please be kind to us peasants.
I will treat the peasants the same way I treat my minions… only the food will be better… HA
I know you can’t see it, but I’m bowing and scraping, milord, not necessarily in that order. 😉
Well done!
Well, Laird, I think ye be a wee bit overdue for rents. What sort a’ land be yer dominion over, lad? Can ye have a bit o’ haggis with yer title as well?
Aye, these are burrrnin’ questions ye should be a’ havin’ if ye are to be a proper Scottish Laird!
I will just keep the perverts off my bonny lawn and away from my bleedin’ sheep!
I found ye an anthem for yer Lairdship’s approval:
I like it, but the silver lion is the coolest!
AYE!
Wow. I want to start dropping very “subtle” (read: heavy-handed) hints about this before my birthday.
I’ll stick with the Scottish, and call you Laird Arthur. Hopefully, you can talk your family into that!
Happy, happy birthday!
Thanks so much. Scotland forever!
Oh Lord …
I MUST do this for my husband for his birthday. He went to university in Scotland and keeps telling me he wants to move there. It is lovely, and Glencoe is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been to. So I’ll buy John land there and we can be neighbors!
Lastly, I didn’t know you were adopted! My son is too.
I have done posts about the adoption thing. I really got very lucky.
So, are we now no longer your minions but your subjects? Your servents? Your serfs? Your knights?
By the way, I hear the property taxes in Scotland are outragious.
I just pass the taxes on to my peasants,,,
Trickle down economics, huh?
Treacle down… or trickle on
Happy Birthday Lord Art. I seem to remember a King Arthur, any chance? Okay it’s only a square foot.
Leslie
I need two feet to be King… or something
What’s two feet, you have two feet don’t you, mi Lord.
Leslie
They are even more than two feet long
Well there you go, King Arthur, I believe.
Leslie
Let’s just go with that
Happy Birthday, Dear Lord. Do we now have to accept you into our hearts in order to avoid burning in hell?
No, but you might have to till the soil now and then
I propose moving your birthday to December 25th.
That would make things so confusing and I would get less presents that way too…
So then master is a thing of the past? Awww well, you get old, you have to take a step down.
But Lord Master has a nice ring to it…
I think “Lord” is a step down from “Supreme Leader” the minions are supposed to call you. Also, are you saying you don’t own your secret volcano lair?
It is just another title… and puts me in the nobility. I do own the lair, but it isn’t in Scotland.
I guess we should really call you “Laird” then.
I don’t want to confuse Americans who don’t know history… or languages… or words…
Are you telling me that “my liege” is no longer acceptable?
I will always answer to that.
Lord Arthur. Sounds good.
I will not abuse my power…