Most people think of 9/11 as a day of infamy. Well, it is, but it’s also my birthday. I get a lot more “Happy Birthdays” since those planes flew into those big buildings because it turned out to be a fabulous mnemonic device to remember my big day.
Gina and Abby baked me a cake and gave me a couple of presents. It was great. Abby cried when Gina brought the cake out for me to blow out the candles. She doesn’t like the fire. Gina’s going to take me out to eat tomorrow night.
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i’m guessing they didn’t sing happy birthday to you. 🙂 glad you had a good birthday!
I like the Calliou in the background!
I think someone miscounted the candles shouldn’t there be a few morw?!
what is more lame than wishing someone happy birthday on facebook? wishing them happy birthda- a day late- on their blog:) so happy birthday. p.s. i did think about it being your birthday yesterday but i was in a drug enduced coma trying to kill this super bug i seem to have. is that a good enough excuse?