If you forgot my birthday, don't worry. I have Italian Alzheimer's.
I forget everything except the grudges.
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| Birthday morning - my hair dryer caught on fire and I had to throw it out on the front porch. |
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| Birthday custard. |
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| Birthday glasses. |
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| Birthday stances. |
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| Birthday HP. |
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| Birthday week s'mores. |
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| Birthday beverages. |
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| Birthday brown-nosing. I'll take it. |
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| 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.
Well, it looks like your great birthday present was that your hair didn't catch on fire, too!
ReplyDeleteAs 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!
I remember sending mental birthday greetings to you. Did the fever block them?
ReplyDeleteThe Timman
Timman,
ReplyDeleteYes.