Wednesday, April 8, 2009
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Most days in my life are pretty special. I make what I want to make, I bake cookies, I hang out with Missus Wonderful and our cats and dogs, but they spoil me a little today.
God sent me a little package for my birthday, a nice little coating of snow. Who was it said April is the cruelest month?
I was born, since you're dying to know, in Nebraska April 8, and I am now 43. I was bald then with a big purple birthmark on my head. Later blonde hair grew in and covered the birthmark, which later still became dark and curly.
I got a 10 speed on my tenth birthday.
I got Buster, our old Lab, 10 years ago on my birthday.
3 years ago I got a purple house for my birthday.
This year I got a TAT for my birthday.
My dream hamster showed up last night with a card. It never gave me the card or even showed me the card, just clutched the card to its chest. Its the thought that counts.
Posted by Gary's third pottery blog at 7:10 AM