May 24, 2011

Joyeux Anniversaire!

If you forgot my birthday, don't worry.  I have Italian Alzheimer's.
I forget everything except the grudges.

Birthday morning - my hair dryer caught on fire and I had to throw it out on the front porch.

Birthday custard.

Birthday glasses.
Birthday stances.
Birthday HP.
Birthday week s'mores.

Birthday beverages.

Birthday brown-nosing.  I'll take it.

Birthday cake and lies.  Good ol' 39.

All of this was to be finished with a birthday fever - which hasn't left.

I realized there was no birthday beer cow.  I'm going to have to fix that - NEXT year.


  1. Well, it looks like your great birthday present was that your hair didn't catch on fire, too!

    As you know, I speak from first hand knowledge on that topic and it is NO fun!

    I am glad that you will always be 39 because that makes me forever 38 and a half.

    Life is good!

    HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, oh wise Mother Crab!

  2. I remember sending mental birthday greetings to you. Did the fever block them?

    The Timman