Happy Birthday Justin. I know you tried to avoid this dee, but it's like that "Monster at the end of the book" thing...Days just keep passing until WHAM, you're old like the rest of us!
I second that happy birthdee. Oh and I would have to request that you delete my voicemail I left for you before listening to it because I called after finishing the Archeology exam from hell so I was a wee bit delirious leaving it.
I love you you little geezer.
Oh and I just wanted you to know that I have a good feeling about this kid, it's totally a boy...or an extremely masculine female...I can't quite tell yet.
Ah Justino the Rhino. Hap diddley apy birthdee to you once again. Do you like my mustache? Maybe I'll buy you a purple pie man for your birthday. Or perhaps I'll hook you up with extra piano lessons from Joyce Burton to go with your golfing outings. Perhaps we can all raise our glasses (full of ham and onion water) to your good health. Come on, it'll put hair on your chest...or maybe on the chest of the bun in the oven...unless of course it's a girl in which case that'll cause bigger problems. I hope somebody baked you a cake that said "HBD." I feel like you've earned that out of your life. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to go dig up that video of Kristin showing us just what it looked like when Mary was happy but sad...unlesss of course I run across the dance to O'Lamour first. Good times...good times.
Thanks for all of the calls yesterday for my un-birthday. I think it was a smashing success! I am pretty sure that I am still 29. Good plays all around. Let's go everybody, don't be she, swat your neighbor.
Now on to the bigger task of determining and possibly altering the gender of my offspring. Let's not lose focus. We have a goal to accomplish and failure is not an option. If my boy is not a boy Michelle and I will be getting bulk discounts on the anti-depresents. And if that doesn't work I'll have to go back to proving my man-ness by bombing down North Americas largest Sand dunes on a snowboard again. That really hurt! ohhhh but then again they'll give me some pain meds for a few weeks........
Happy Birthday Justin. I know you tried to avoid this dee, but it's like that "Monster at the end of the book" thing...Days just keep passing until WHAM, you're old like the rest of us!
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30? You're just a spring chicken!!
I second that happy birthdee. Oh and I would have to request that you delete my voicemail I left for you before listening to it because I called after finishing the Archeology exam from hell so I was a wee bit delirious leaving it.
I love you you little geezer.
Oh and I just wanted you to know that I have a good feeling about this kid, it's totally a boy...or an extremely masculine female...I can't quite tell yet.
Ah Justino the Rhino. Hap diddley apy birthdee to you once again. Do you like my mustache? Maybe I'll buy you a purple pie man for your birthday. Or perhaps I'll hook you up with extra piano lessons from Joyce Burton to go with your golfing outings. Perhaps we can all raise our glasses (full of ham and onion water) to your good health. Come on, it'll put hair on your chest...or maybe on the chest of the bun in the oven...unless of course it's a girl in which case that'll cause bigger problems. I hope somebody baked you a cake that said "HBD." I feel like you've earned that out of your life. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to go dig up that video of Kristin showing us just what it looked like when Mary was happy but sad...unlesss of course I run across the dance to O'Lamour first. Good times...good times.
Love you. Muwah.
Thanks for all of the calls yesterday for my un-birthday. I think it was a smashing success! I am pretty sure that I am still 29. Good plays all around. Let's go everybody, don't be she, swat your neighbor.
Now on to the bigger task of determining and possibly altering the gender of my offspring. Let's not lose focus. We have a goal to accomplish and failure is not an option. If my boy is not a boy Michelle and I will be getting bulk discounts on the anti-depresents. And if that doesn't work I'll have to go back to proving my man-ness by bombing down North Americas largest Sand dunes on a snowboard again. That really hurt! ohhhh but then again they'll give me some pain meds for a few weeks........
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