I'm not saying they saved the best for last, but all I'm going to say is that my birthday season of friends is over until June.
Happy Birthday Hee Haw. In the words of grumpy Jack Nicholson to bitchy Helen Hunt in that piece of garbage movie As Good as it Gets, 'You complete me.' Or was that Jerry Maquire?
bitching
bowling
gettin hiiiigh- in the old days of course-
rocking
dancing
philosophising
you make everything better.
ps. your perfect pear and my perfect apple made one hell of a beach fruit salad.
