happy birthday.
you’re the best.
i hope the day isn’t too too horrible.
eat some cake.
cake is so powerful, it’ll even make data entry seem not so bad.
yeah, okay. i tried. doesn’t that count for something?
♥
Happp-ee Birth-day, Dan-o! You look astounding today. Wear it well.
Have a wonderful, wonderful day ... and here’s to avoiding that whole ‘heinie through your scrotus’ thing, ‘cause that sounds mighty painful!
a little dark for a birthday pome, but i trust you to keep us always on our toes!
hope you have a happy one, my bro!
love ya!
Happy B-Day!!
PS:I think you could record that and become a hip -hop hit lister.
I’ve been trapped in a theatre doing lights for a dance concert and missed this...HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! I’m so happy you were born and that you know what it feels like to sit in Canters late on a Saturday night or drink coffee at Highland Grounds on a late Sunday morning...we have a home in common, some thoughts in common and an age in common. I like that...a lot.
43 is a great age! you can vote! you can buy cigarettes! you can go to nightclubs! you can buy beer for kids! heck, you can even have kids! AND you also can go to bed by midnight and everyone considers you normal. You think us twenty nineys get that? HELL NO. 43ers are the awesomest.
happy birthday, friend dan, and thank you for the seat-of-your-pants poem. sorry for not being a better reader/blog-friend. it’s been a crazy year. but you are in my thoughts always, and i hope 43 brings you all kinds of beautiful things and surrounds you with the love you deserve, the love you give.
:)
(and yeah, i’m with patricia on the whole cake issue. have some cake for me, eh?)