Pull Up A Chair…
Happy birthday, Auntie Jane!
Momma says it’s that time again. And she doesn’t mean markdowns at the Eames store, either.
She also says you aren’t getting older, only better.
But since I’ve been working on my math skills this summer, I’m not sure that’s possible. Unless we’re talking quantum physics, and I don’t think we get to that until after first grade.
Way, way after first grade.
I hope.
Momma says I can have some cake later on because we can’t be there in person to celebrate. Yay! Thanks for being a year older so I can have some cake! You rock!
Sure hope you get something yummy, too.
I like frosting best. I bet you couldn’t tell that from my picture?
Hugs and kisses to the poodles!
Your pal, The Peanut








Happy Birthday, Jane. I wonder, when history is written, if bloggers will be credited with helping the U.S. get a fair healthcare system. I wonder if they’ll be mentioned by name. (for sure, my grandchildren will know)