… hearing my nephew Cashel sing “Happy Birthday” to me over the phone – singing at the TOP of his lungs. Now, he is a little boy, so his voice is a wee little mouse voice – so if you can imagine a wee mouse singing at the top of its lungs, then you will know what I heard on the other end of the line.
“Happy BIRTHDAY Aunteeeeee Sheeeeeeila
HAPPY BIRTHDAY …. TOOOOOO …. YOOOOOU!”
Have you seen the Weekly Standard piece, by Jonathan Last, arguing that the Empire were actually the good guys in Star Wars?
Happy Birthday Red!
Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday Dear Sheila! Happy birthday to you!
CW – Thanks!!
I feel feckin’ old, but there are times – especially when I wear knitted caps over my hair in the winter – when I look like a teenager. But then there’s the reality of the biological clock … which ticks so loudly it wakes me up at night … OUCH! It hurts me to see babies on the street, stuff like that.
But it’s okay. My skin is good, and I still get carded sometimes. :)