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Morning, all. Back to the salt mines.
Posted by: Scott P | February 12, 2008 at 08:06 AM
So ... where's the birthday boy, today. If he's timed it just right ... he'd already celebrated yesterday, then, can do it all again today. A twofer.
That's what it's like after fifty.
Posted by: Diana | February 12, 2008 at 12:08 PM
Who is having a birthday, then?
Posted by: Ana | February 12, 2008 at 12:55 PM
That would be MC.
Posted by: Diana | February 12, 2008 at 01:14 PM
It's, er Abe, Abe's birthday you know. The guy that knit the house divided against itself. Where's Abe when you need him?
Posted by: MC | February 12, 2008 at 07:15 PM
Smack! Smaketta smaketta smaketta smaketta!
Happy Birthday, MC! Woo-hoo!
Posted by: Ana | February 12, 2008 at 07:19 PM
Happy Birthday, Mac!
THWACK!!!!!!!!!
Posted by: Scott P | February 12, 2008 at 07:37 PM
There you go. ;)
Posted by: Diana | February 12, 2008 at 07:42 PM
It's almost like .... the laying on of hands. Butt ... I digress.
Posted by: Diana | February 12, 2008 at 08:13 PM
Spanky-spanky Mac! And many spanky returns.
Posted by: gail | February 12, 2008 at 09:12 PM