Tomorrow's my birthday. I don't really care, though I was teasing my wife that this will be my last full year before a decade change. "Getting old", I said. "Old and retired and decrepit and --" She cut me off. "You're only as old as you feel", she said. "Yes", I replied, "which is why they don't let me go hang around with the kids any more."
Fortunately, she's used to my sense of humour!
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Happy Birthday, Bill!!! :-)
Thank you. Feel free to stop by for some tiramisu.
Mmmm...Yummy! I would love to :)
I'd email it to you but according to Senator Stevens, the tubes aren't big enough. It'd get squished.
Happy Bday, dude. Pop a black ballon for me.
Have a good'n. :]
SS
Uh...I mean "balloon."
SS
I knew you were a leo, I sensed it. Happy Birthday Bill.
Well, insofar as ballon is the French for balloon, that works too. But not black, or even noir. Cerulean!!!
Yes, S, Leo the cowardly lion, that's me.
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