I woke up this morning to a birthday gift from the kitties. Cat puke on the rug. I left it for Chris to clean up when he wakes up since well it is my birthday. I also found a Mariner's jersey hanging on my closet door from Chris House because, as we all know, they are in a pennant race. Oh, and my parents called and sang me happy birthday. Now I feel a little sick to my stomach, but it is the thought that counts. Other than that it is work as usual.
W00t!
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Happy Birthday!
Are you sick from so many gummi bears?
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