A blog of grumpiness, stilts and skin.

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

I just never understood, how a man who blogged for good ...

Hazel has certainly let the Pounce! out of the bag. It is indeed my birthday, and for the next eleven months I'll only be 1 year younger than she.

My sister, Simhead, just called and her 4-year-old son, The Chosen One, sang me an impromptu 'happy birthday', complete with hip-hips, and hoorays. It was very, very, sweet.

My oldies had buzzed me 30 minutes earlier, and before I could say 'hello' they launched into the same song. They're wonderful at that age.


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