Oh yeah--went to the Melta Center to partake in a Jazz game. They kicked the T-Wolves asses. Good birthday gift for me. The Croin joins me in celebrating the victory.
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what a big finger you have, theorris!
ReplyDelete--definitely a good one last night.
don't you know the rules? once you're over thirty it's cake-day, not birthday.
ReplyDeleteI think that is "beer day," Sarah. Cake is bleh and meh.
ReplyDeleteHappy, late, happy
ReplyDeleteHappy B-day Orris! I vote for you and the Croin to be the next Jazz telecasters.
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