Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday to myself
Happy Birthday to me!
I love birthdays. My birthday, your birthday. Love them all. Any reason at all to eat cake.
It is now 3:18 a.m. on my 38th birthday. Wow. 38. You know, I feel like that scene in "When Harry Met Sally," when Sally says through her tears, "And I'm going to be 40 . . . " Harry says, "When?" And Sally says, "Some day. It's just out there . . . " Love that scene. Now I'm too close to 40. It's out there, too close.
I'm glad I don't freak out about getting old. I do freak out about having gray hair and zits and arthritis all at the same time. It's got to be some great cosmic joke God is playing on me.
P.S. I love white cake too. Yummmmy. This shot is from the only wedding I ever did.
: )
da
Happy Birthday to myself
Happy Birthday to me!
I love birthdays. My birthday, your birthday. Love them all. Any reason at all to eat cake.
It is now 3:18 a.m. on my 38th birthday. Wow. 38. You know, I feel like that scene in "When Harry Met Sally," when Sally says through her tears, "And I'm going to be 40 . . . " Harry says, "When?" And Sally says, "Some day. It's just out there . . . " Love that scene. Now I'm too close to 40. It's out there, too close.
I'm glad I don't freak out about getting old. I do freak out about having gray hair and zits and arthritis all at the same time. It's got to be some great cosmic joke God is playing on me.
P.S. I love white cake too. Yummmmy. This shot is from the only wedding I ever did.
: )
da
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